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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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- *880 - the most beautiful day of all ... at least,...
- *879 - tomorrow
- *878 - the bakerina's catastrophe
- *877 - to ... blog?
- *876 - bubbles
- *875 - home remedy for bruises?
- *874 - riches
- *873 - dreams
- *872 - blessed
- *871 - on a more serious note
- *870 - oei
- *869 - away from home
- *868 - satie
- *867 - !!
- *866 - postmortem
- *865 - limbo
- *864 - home sweet home
- *863 - and we're back
- *862 - homesick
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