Put me, now, in my own shoes, years ago. What would be different? For the better or the worse?
(Just a random musing. Not about any particular situation, but about all.)
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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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- *717 - where are you?
- *716 - NYC in a few pictures (an inadequate accoun...
- *715 - earthquake
- *714 - orange daisy
- *713 - what if
- *712 - ultra delish carrot cake cupcakes
- *711 - tea party
- *710 - more spring flowers
- *709 - best friends on a windy day with three hour...
- *708 - flying
- *707 - nooyork
- *706 - dandelions
- *705 - bedtime stories
- *704 - it has actually been
- *703 - no more dancing for two weeks
- *702 - think!
- *701 - is not very round at all
- *700 - is a nice round number
- *699 - hammock
- *698 - slope day revelries
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