Perhaps I am too sensitive, but, girlies, I'm not oblivious.
I miss home and everyone associated with home. Or college and the people who mattered.
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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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- *924 - ?
- *923 - clothed couches
- *922 - purple as a ___
- *921 - cross-continent cravings
- *920 - another weekend with mr. a
- *919 - for you
- *918 - view
- *917 - it's always sunny on sundays
- *916 - curry
- *915 - seeking fashion advice
- *914 - seventy years
- *912 - bread machine attempt #1
- *911 - somebody call ...
- *910 - the last farewell
- *909 - amazing amazon
- *908 - banana + chocolate: a recipe
- *907 - surprise!
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