TeAse

“He saw that I was sad, I pushed back upon the humidity with my own basic sorrows, and his own pining away and self-contained dreaming of past lives, attuned to my calling out the gods by their names, in the place of the dead put to rest. We could not have missed one another, in silent passing.” -K

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