What does the matter say?
Rain in the evening and a whirlwind of movements.
How do you measure courage?
The rat comes and goes; still thinking it will beat the sheerness of the trap.
Why does everything always get worse?
The limitations of growth have never been defeated with the nuances of comedy.
When will be the time to start listening to its poets?
The apple fell from the tree and started rolling through the hardness of the terrain
and as soon as it reached to the bottom, the sunset felt away.
Who makes a massacre and keeps it that way in the hands of an invisible force?
I believe in the perseverance of thinking to get to that one quaint moment when we outdone our own understanding of practical wisdom.

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Photograph: Anna Hammond.