Pray for her, and may everyone stop what they’re doing to breathe life into her, since Macabéa for now is adrift in chaos like the door swinging in an infinite wind.
“I look down into all that wasp-nest or bee-hive… and witness their wax-laying and honey-making, and poison-brewing, and choking by sulphur.”
Thomas Carlyle | Sartor Resartus
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