Grass remembers its reaper as shadow, as a passing of death. The land reflects its wounds as a scarring of ghosts. We must listen to those places that scream at us. – #CLNolan https://t.co/zvx1bRGu2w
Grass remembers its reaper as shadow, as a passing of death. The land reflects its wounds as a scarring of ghosts. We must listen to those places that scream at us. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/zvx1bRGu2w
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 8, 2021