"All I want to do is turn my hands palms-up toward the sun and soak up this moment. To unfurl the..."

“All I want to do is turn my hands palms-up toward the sun and soak up this moment. To unfurl the flowers, shake out the pollen, let out the buds. Be like a sponge and absorb the impossible—the absence of time. With the scent of seaweed and the feel of another person’s gaze.”

- Inga Ābele, from High Tide (Open Letter Books, 2013)
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