Hans Rustad What shall I do with this body they gave me, so much my own, so intimate with me? For being alive, for the joy of calm breath, tell me, who should I bless? I am the flower, and the gardener as well, and am not solitary, in earth’s cell. My living warmth, exhaled, you can […]
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