Quiet Stones
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1 min readSep 7, 2016
when a man looks at his past, he thirsts to be larger, to integrate the coding into one large program.
when he surveys the aftermath of the now before him, he dirges for a moment with the notes his nostrils bear.
when he peers through the mist, he wonders if it all might begin again some day down the skids and the slidings of nations.
Grit and Flower, Cobblestone and Banner, often they are the coagulated Blood of a planet graphing the electric and cold paperwork of unstoppable and stoppable time
