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"and there begin to heft time from present
into past. A shivering measure of sleep:
Done. The bitter parcel of rising: Done.
Wind screams oaths and snow and rends the bay.
In this fury they are to do their part
toward their rescue: survive till comes the day."
— Jul 05, 2020 12:49PM
into past. A shivering measure of sleep:
Done. The bitter parcel of rising: Done.
Wind screams oaths and snow and rends the bay.
In this fury they are to do their part
toward their rescue: survive till comes the day."
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Kari David
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Worsley's poem in Chapter VI is EVERYTHING
I feel this one in my bones
"I notice I can't distinguish lulls
in the storm from the internal
lull of falling asleep..."
"This is a refuge, but not rescue. No ships come here, no ships will ever
come here."
— Jul 05, 2020 11:46AM
I feel this one in my bones
"I notice I can't distinguish lulls
in the storm from the internal
lull of falling asleep..."
"This is a refuge, but not rescue. No ships come here, no ships will ever
come here."
