AND IN HER HEART, A WALL
Talia Werber
Since the creation of the earth, earth creates itself anew, layer upon layer, rolling, impacting, tightening under the wind, smoothing under the seas, hardening to foundation, crumbling to sand and stone, and over time, to rise and fall, and hills, mountains, valleys, peaks, flatlands, all find their place.
Here, where the mountain meets the heaven, where the stones take on the light, the air is holy, resolute crystal blue the buildings, pavements, built to match her ancient glory. And in her heart, a wall.
The people rushing by to sacred living-life they feel the stone below, they touch the ground. And as the sun descends to kiss the seven hills the yellow golden light deep in dimpled stone, Skylight dark, cerulean an ocean velvet sky, so blue its black so black its blue of silk of ink we’ ve spilt pages
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