ice lacs. as always, chasing the wind.
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It is more onerous
than the rites of beauty
or housework, harder than love.
But you expect it of me casually,
the way you expect the sun
to come up, not in spite of rain
or clouds but because of them.And so I smile, as if my own fidelity
to sadness were a hidden vice—
that downward tug…
Reblogged from W. W. Norton.
