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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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- *784 - some oldies (living for the weekends)
- *783 - reds and yellows
- *782 - groups
- *781 - soberly drunk
- *780 - bios
- *779 - introspection
- *778 - (make-your-own) mooncake festival
- *777 - red leaves through my (open) windown
- *776 - my latest obsession:
- *775 - where there's sunshine
- *774 - winter
- *773 - liver, hummus, and pickle
- *772 - frosty
- *771 - fall break
- *770 - noone's fault, but,
- *769 - please find me
- *768 - gender
- *767 - zmet
- *766 - sushi jubilee
- *765 - up
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