And I will look down and see my murmuring bones and the deep water like wind, like a roof of wind, and after a time they cannot distinguish even bones upon the lonely and inviolate sand.
April 26th "Love makes you see a place differently, just as you hold differently an object that belongs to someone you love. If you know one landscape well, you will look at all other landscapes differently. And if you learn to love one place, sometimes you can also learn to love another."
— Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces