John Saward – June 17, 2017 at 08:01PM

‘The boy sat tottering. The man watched him that he not topple into the flames. He
kicked holes in the sand for the boy’s hips and shoulders where he would sleep and
he sat holding him while he tousled his hair before the fire to dry it. All of this like
some ancient anointing. So be it. Evoke the forms. Where you’ve nothing else
construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.’


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