White Owl
September 13, 2005
7:18 PM
White owl; night
messenger to a woman
cold, growing old.
A thousand voices
call her to die
(to self)…
Life begins thus.
George MacDonald
"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."
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