Pure Absence
What would the radiant sound of a Red-winged Blackbird be, without the extraordinary power of your ears?
Pure Absence
What would the radiant sound of a Red-winged Blackbird be, without the extraordinary power of your ears? What would the pale, sailing moon look like without your astonishing eyes? What would your love even know what to do with itself, without the ache you intuit in inevitable loss? And who is it comes to life in you ag…
