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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
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2007
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May
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- *391 - sushi boy
- *390 - seriously,
- *389 - it was fascination
- *388 - last straw
- *387 - oyster innards
- *386 - birthday dinner #4
- *385 - birthday lunch #3
- *384 - birthday dinner #3
- *383 - birthday dinner #2
- *382 - latest designs
- *381 - birthday dinner #1
- *380 - days of our lives
- *379 - lavender
- *378 - footloose '07
- *377 - ):
- *376 - (:
- *375 - fragmented
- *374 - sick
- *373 - convoluted dreaming
- *372 - oreooo
- *371 - update!
- *370 - peace
- *369 - diary
- *368 - for mummy's day
- *367 - not negotiable.
- *366 - donut heaven
- *365 - direction
- *364 - foot
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