godly_things raze who are we to pry back hope from the hands of god? he has his own gold. his mind permeates as much as it can. what might he have moaned after a high-impact day at work? so many memories early in his career: terminal wind. the whining of idiot airplanes. the small mother he seems to have had years ago. the great gift of goodbye. seen, i squint someone else. add my light to the darker fires and douse them with desire. 260423 what's it to you? who go blather from