WakefulIslandedSnow and silence in the streets.Winter in the bone.In silent houses people sleep.each one alone.Self-islanded by thought and dreamthe solitary soulforgets the deepest depth, the earththat joins us all.
Ursula K. Le Guin
WakefulIslandedSnow and silence in the streets.Winter in the bone.In silent houses people sleep.each one alone.Self-islanded by thought and dreamthe solitary soulforgets the deepest depth, the earththat joins us all.