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oblation V / batchwood

18/5/2019

 


“Yet, no matter how deeply I go down into myself, my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.” 

​Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1976


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