Madness has no sense of humour
Madness, Humour
She wanted to stay out there, to hang on her branch in the world until the cold had burned down to her bones. She could leave her whitened bones scattered on the snow and depart like light. Whitened bones. A whited sepulcher.
Nature, Snow
The world is a room of heavy furniture. Eventually you are allowed to leave.
Metaphor, Freedom
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