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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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May
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- *1027 - adventures of pocahontas, the alpaca
- *1026 - sometimes
- *1025 - do you?
- *1024 - sleep
- *1023 - is it worth it?
- *1022 - survived the world end, and one year older...
- *1021 - alma mater
- *1020 - here fishie
- *1019 - lifestyle
- *1018 - end of a legacy?
- *1017 - dancing with the chan's
- *1016 - tragic
- *1015 - graham
- *1013 - a reminder
- *1012 - May 7, a turning point in Singapore's history
- *1011 - kaiseki
- *1010 - i'm not an economist
- *1009 - little told history
- *1008 - some other days
- *1007 - some days
- *1006 - fabric flowers update
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