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There are no wings on my back, only bones brittle from yearning, and the sky, the sky cracks open spilling its darkness. This, they say, is the birth of truth — …
Ani Eldritch
Janaka Stagnaro
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Love this line, a line we fallen angels can relate to:)
Poetry, parables, articles — spiritual, life-lessons, Waldorf education, artwork. 11 books. www.janakasartandbooks.com
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