After the Earthquake Sleepless in the forest,the night after the earth trembled,I stare up at the starsand think, “How merciful their indifference,now when all our little houses have collapsed.” All over my altar the smell of spilt wine,the sacramental mead…
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After the Earthquake Sleepless in the forest,the night after the earth trembled,I stare up at the starsand think, "How merciful their indifference,now when all our little houses have collapsed." All over my altar the smell of spilt wine,the sacramental mead…
