Untitled (The wild goose) / Benjamin Rozonoyer
“The wild goose does not stop in its flight” said the scop, kneelisome as he sat, hinging shade with light. “It flies over all the land in the sight of God’s face— Who taketh thee by the hand, and bringeth thee into a spacious place.”
Untitled (The wild goose): Copyright 2021 by Benjamin Rozonoyer. All rights reserved.
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