très riches heures V
providence is a january field, bent stalked, sky dull and heavy with snow ready to fall in chords. the sun a pale blear. providence in what the birds take, providence in what they leave.
o wintry way of saying — but not unkindly, no — you’re on your own, no one is coming. no luck, good nor ill to be wished for.
providence in the eye of a patient crow.
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