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The soul is not a bird, is not a tree, but a restraining wire of light wrapped around the other we most desire. We can’t even give them away, these souls, their encumbrances not ours alone.
The soul is not a bird, is not a tree, but a restraining wire of light wrapped around the other we most desire. We can’t even give them away, these souls, their encumbrances not ours alone.
