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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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2009
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September
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- *763 - i'm ready!
- *762 - scavengers
- *761 - What's on your mind?
- *760 - poison pear
- *760 - I can live without you
- *759 - the butterfly effect
- *758 - canto style congee
- *757 - flu
- *756 - showers
- *755 - waking up in the wrong house
- *754 - matcha madness (aptly named by YH)
- *753 - coiffure
- *752 - one of my favorite places
- *751 - nerves
- *750 - woe beetide
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September
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