I'm trying so hard, but it seems so impossible
Every day is like a countdown-
to what?
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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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- *842 - (twenty) two years old
- *841 - straddling time zones
- *840 - fancy pancakes
- *839 - red bean swirlies
- *838 - and he doesn't remember taking these photos
- *837 - life's not all that bad
- *836 - disruptions
- *835 - homesick, but not
- *834 - wine for breakfast
- *833 - the last week of classes
- *832 - brunch
- *831 - :)
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