Expecting To Fly

There you stood
on the edge of your feather,
Expecting to fly.
While I laughed,
I wondered whether
I could wave goodbye,
Knowin' that you'd gone.
By the summer it was healing,
We had said goodbye.
All the years
we'd spent with feeling
Ended with a cry,
Babe, ended with a cry,...

Neil Young

"There are people so thin, she wrote, they are sometimes blown away. The winds in the city are ferocious, always gusting off the river and singing in your ears, always buffering you back an forth, always swirling papers and garbage in your path".
In the Country of Last Things, Paul Auster

Ukraine, 2017, on the wrong side of the border.

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