April snow. / God is waiting in the garden. / Slow as a blush,
snow shifts and settles on God. / On God’s bouquet. / The trees are white nerve nets.
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April snow. / God is waiting in the garden. / Slow as a blush,
snow shifts and settles on God. / On God’s bouquet. / The trees are white nerve nets.
“Sometimes you listen back and it’s like, “Why did I lose the thread there” or “Why did I insert clumsy comparison here,” but this is one where I feel like everything was in its place.”
billy woods | The History of History