Then it all stopped
I breathed my last breath
From meaning came nothing
Until all has been and imagined
Is there time at all?
Simple minds filled with bliss
Tip of the illusion of a mountain
As the feather smashes it to pieces
We all bend in awe
Then forget it with purpose
So shall we all
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Book Review: Atmosphere by Taylor Jenkins Reid
I flipped the book over in my hands in the centre of the small airport book shop. Although I had heard promising reviews of Atmosphere by Taylor Jenkins Reid, I hesitated. The synopsis didn’t compel me - I wasn’t much of a space girly. In high school it made me cringe when my peers would talk about the stars.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in BookClub
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