'I dream, day and night, of becoming one of those invisible little saints; I dream of touching the world with my actions unseen, but their effects rippling for miles, as stalks bend by the grace of the wind.

Were it only so easy for my clumsy human hands to lift the hearts of a panorama.'

words to drive fast by,
cheap and fleeting with the windows down,
summer screaming in and the life ins...

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