Esa idea de lo circular que equilibra todo. // That idea of the circular that balances everything.
Author: hagioscope
At times, I am a mortgaged house. Or I could be a star-filled sky, too.
Today I live in the tree.
The assembly hall of lost birds // and the garden of imperfect loves.
Less incense, more mint, more basil.
––Not every battle is between error and truth. // Sometimes it is a clash between errors.
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