Agreeable eye.

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consolations

A fern along the forest walk

Reading odd bits of books in the evening as consolation for not being able to manage a satisfactory photo of any of the nurse stumps on the short walk through the woods

I love the wind even if, exactly, my imagination tends to give it ferocious shapes and colors. Battered by the wind, I go through the forest, I wander in search of the garden.

—Alejandra Pizarnik (trans. Cole Heinowitz)


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