Mighty kingdoms come and go, falling leaves on the old black road.
And it’s an easy breath, through the stars, past the clothesline, and over the tracks,
Into the closed mind, and into the sad heart, of humanity.
An easy breath — yes, and a mad spark, of sanity.
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Read the sixty-fourth chapter of Middlemarch.
October 21, 2023.
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Categories: If It Had A Name
Tags: Breath, George Eliot, Heart, Humanity, Journals, Kingdoms, Leaves, Madness, Middlemarch, Reading, Roads, Sadness, Sanity, Stars, The Mind
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