“When mother spoke out loud, the first word was blue.
Blue was the color of a confession given under the sign of the fish.
Swimming wildly under golden glints of sunlight, the fish only knew to embrace the sorrows.
Sorrow is mother is the utterance of a embrace that is the color blue.”
– The Sky Isn’t Blue
The birds move this way and then that way #theskyisntblue
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