I tell myself I’ve mended under these patches of blue sky,
There’s still a few holes that let in a little rain.
There’s still a few holes that let in a little rain.
(Bright Eyes)
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spine tingling
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All was water, quiet and deep, all was peace. He felt the steady, slow current drift him easily.
If I lie here long enough, he thought, the water will work and eat away my flesh until the bones show like coral. Just my skeleton left. And then the water can build on that skeleton - green things, deep-water things, red things, yellow things. Change. Change. Slow, deep, silent change. And isn’t that what it is up there?
He saw the sky submerged above him, the sun made Martian by atmosphere and time and space.
(Dark They Were, and Golden Eyed- Ray Bradbury)
