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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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April
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- *1005 - a nibble of home
- *1003 - the present
- *1002 - remuneration
- *1001 - thank you
- *1000 - the millennial post!
- *999 - my latest obsession
- *998 - breakfast
- *997 - first ever nail art attempt
- *996 - let loose
- *995 - humpback dialect
- *994 - lotus flower
- *993 - 90 seconds of joy
- *992 - early december
- *991 - cuppa tea
- *990 - baked chicken roll-ups
- *989 - when I am in a rush or just being lazy ...
- *988 - seared sesame ahi tuna
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