just finished this book last evening
i was on the very last page
completely absorbed
perched up on the rocks
with the dog
paddling around
below
my head snapped up.
the last of the sun...
five, two and one
a cluster of floating birds
the tide pulls a large log free from the beach
and then i finish the book
everything i seem to read these days
all come back to the same theme
the big dream we call life
is all just a big dream we call life
and what stuck out to me was:
"when we are caught up listening to the voice of our minds, we are listening to death"
and i get that.
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