Ink Well
Robin singing in the dark so human in the art he makes a bird of me July 17, 2020, four-thirty a.m. [ 809 ]
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Song as Summons
I wonder how old I was when the idea first reached me that our departed loved ones might still be near and looking on. I don’t remember having thought of it myself, or it ever being suggested by my parents. I might have read it somewhere. I did a lot of reading in my youth. I find the idea poetically appealing, but I’ve never thought of it as either definitely […]
