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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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June
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- *861 - forty-nine pieces of love
- *860 - quack
- *860 - it's official
- *859 - sport
- *858 - ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!
- *857 - flowerpower
- *856 - the dancer who eats
- *855 - dinner cruise with the parents
- *854 - missing the parents
- *853 - black cafe
- *852 - frolicking, this time underwater
- *851 - yet another strawberry photo
- *850 - how terribly interesting
- *849 - strawberry fields
- *848 - fangirl
- *847 - bleu de chevre
- *846 - arepas
- *845 - overdose
- *844 - frolicking
- *843 - graduate
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