Portraits | Brenda's Friend

"We find ourselves standing outside of a room, music is playing inside but the building starts to fall down around us so we run out into the yard. Water everywhere, in our hair, in the air. Find a way for limbs to spin and wings to swim. Up in the clouds we see the past played out behind us. The sky spits us out and we fall to the ground. Back in the yard, the water dried up and the garden grew full. Green city, winter's ending, spring beginning. Spread eagle in the sand, flowers grow through the rubble." 
-Brenda's Friend

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