You pick up a rock from the ground, pale white with veins of gray, and thrust it towards the sky.
The fragile silence of the surrounding landscape is suffocating, but you tell yourself that you’re only shaking because you didn’t eat this morning before running out into the wet grass without even closing the door behind you.
Against a hazy waterfall of clouds, the rock’s subtle colors are revealed—a dozen different shades of white, specks of soft blue scattered between lines of silver. For a moment, the silver catches the light and glimmers, and an ordinary stone seems like something precious.
It’s beautiful. You throw it hard, twisting your arm way back before letting go, watching the rock flip over and over in the air before disappearing somewhere beyond the edge of the hill.
There you are, God, you think, your clenched fingers falling empty against your side.
It’s a trade?
A rock in exchange for an answer?
You sit in the grass, holding your breath, and listen to the sound of broken stems snapping between your fingers.
midnight mind 
i-
i’m sure he answered. maybe he laced lines of silver inside you, that are only seen when held up to the sky
i’m not sure. but this was full of beauty, the rock was full of beauty, God is beauty itself
also not sure where that thought came from ^
it’s past midnight. i’m packing for a weekend thing but i paused to read this and ‘beauty’ and ‘wow, i see myself in this’ and soft mint green and rolled jeans are what came to mind.
thank you once again clara for providing this source of wonder
power to the local dreamer ||-//
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*is left speechless*
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“You sit in the grass, holding your breath, and listen to the sound of broken stems snapping between your fingers.”
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*peeps* it’s so beautiful
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Help.
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this post ripped my heart out of my chest, threw it on the pavement, picked it up, and nursed it back to health. thanks a lot, clara.
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but also this was stunning. I can only dream of writing like that. you’re an extraordinary storyteller, fellow human.
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what allison said
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honestly i never want to forget this image
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“There you are, God, you think,”
THIS. Clara. This.
Thank you.
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ah
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*gasps*
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