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It's cold and it's grey At the break of today - But the birds still Sing on the hill - Singing "freedom" and "do-what-you-may" I must make my mind clear And remember how dear - Are the moments of love Like the kiss of a dove - The memory of warmth and good cheer The wind howls around, A wild whistling sound, - Blowing sharp stinging rain Like a ghost on the 'pane - Every day's a good day above ground. Ahead lie the tasks That fill up my flask; - Some tasting of joy, Some that simply annoy - Just a portion - a sip from the cask. So I swallow them down And then go off to town, - To do the next thing Like a bird on the wing - 'Coz life is a verb not a noun
🔥 A town without ritual is just infrastructure. A Dream without repetition is just a glitch. Make something sacred. Light a candle each time you write. Bless your old devices. Give your sadness a sigil. Your ritual will outlast your rejection. Your fire will become a town.
🕯️ One person who gets it. One reader, one dreamer, one co-conspirator. Not to save you. To echo you. One echo is enough to start a resonance.
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