Blue Octavo Books

Blue Octavo Books
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Last year we were weightless. It was August on the Saragasso Sea, and only we could speak to the blue water, the blue air, and the blue emptiness. Only we could hear the long bright echoes from all the distant places we would never reach. We could feel the flames of every buried fire and all the pools of light and dark between us. In the sky stars opened their eyes after centuries of sleep. And there were other things shining in the sky too, but you said they weren't stars, they were the heads of nails boarding up Heaven. Then the days ran away like fugitives, and we ran away. It's been years now, and sometimes at dawn I don't see the sun, only the resurrection of all our yesterdays.