Darling, let’s build a house, We’ll build it of stone and love, We’ll make it stronger than a fortress, but warm enough for the coldest winter
Micah Vierling, from his ballad Build a House
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- I’m starting to steel myself for the domestic trial that awaits
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- with fresh and desperate urgency
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- the struggle has already yielded its own strange fruit
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- a note of promise hangs over it all
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- the nesting impulse is strong
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- I do find some peace when I think about restraint and indirection
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- towards Coney Island
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- how powerful the pull to those values in my own heart
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- We put a high premium on stability and security
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- endings and beginnings
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- a black night
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- Some of the heaviness seems to have lifted
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- our work mysteriously grows out of our friendship
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- the instability of it all
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- during this season of unsettling
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- It’s an ancient battle on the fields of my heart
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- The holiness of the domestic
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- I know that we all live in flux of one sort or another
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- It’s been a remarkable ride these past twenty years
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- We’d be safe from what went wrong
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- A way of treachery and trouble,but just as surely a way to hope
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- how puny my pool of grace really is
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- The House as Fortress
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- Epektasis
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- How deep the flow
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- Paradise?
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- The Constancy of Change
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- Reflective Hands
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- The Weight of the Calm
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- Aberdeen
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- Mourning Train
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- Silence