December 2011
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what is the water in a lake? a blank page. the ripples are its wrinkles. and...
– Edmond Jabès, The Book Of Questions II
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the astonishing flowers, seething a blue i could barely see.
– Mark Doty, Days of 1981
folds-in-the-gown-deactivated20 asked: i love your blog. and your writing is absolutely wonderful.
Anonymous asked: Just a quick thank you for putting your playlist back up! It's such a wondrous bundle of tunes to draw and write to, you really don't know what it means!
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a mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. that is how i hold your voice.
– Rumi, Buoyancy
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our bones ache only while the flesh is on them.
– Djuna Barnes, Nightwood
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starting to love this distance. starting to feel how present you are in it.
– Stephen Dunn, Summer Nocturne
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you expected to be sad in the fall. part of you died each year when the leaves...
– Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast