“— May the road rise up to meet me, whatever that means, I said, out loud.
- May the sun shine warm on my shirt, I said, trying to remember the proverb. May the wind push me along, may it rain on my feet, may I hang my heart in the trees. May I list and bob, I babbled. May I always make sense, if only to me.
On I drove into the city.” - James Elkins, Weak in comparison to dreams
— Apr 01, 2026 05:34PM
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