fitting_so_neatly_in_what_i've_devised_as_heaven fyn gula the smudge of orange along the eastern horizon is the millions of candles you lit to announce the long night is over. sweaty-haired relief. sighs that sound like the final breath of a song that took you this long to learn. we embrace and the light changes. your flames become a sun and the new day is here to imagine. 030325 what's it to you? who go blather from