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Sunday, 13 December 2015

DARKNESS

 
The world rests in the night. Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of exposure. Each thing creeps back into its own nature within the shelter of the dark. Darkness is the ancient womb. Nighttime is womb time. Our souls come out to play. The darkness absolves everything; the struggle for identity and impression falls away. We rest in the night. 😴💤⭐🌲⭐✨
~John O'Donohue