on that bright loveliness in the eternal cold (blink by blink)

“The next time I go to a beach I will grab a fistful of sand. The grains will scratch at my palm and run through my fingers like water and I will close my eyes and think, here is part of the universe in my hand; here is how I hold the stars.”

2018

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