I Give Zero but I Give a Hundred

"It's like giving zero but all the fucks. My skin is the clouds, my chest is still holding the sun." "I give zero but I give a hundred. Can you feel it?" 'We've become a feathered V formation just the same close up,' she says of her life in St. Kilda. She wonders if we are just like the water cycle, recycling our love for each other. The fire and ashes, the rain and the river or every grey shadow of mist in between. Nothingness, moments of silence, of spit, of staring and unknowing.

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