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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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2011
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July
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- *1057 - mister G
- *1056 - part two: the humans
- *1055 - silly beetle
- *1054 - make some music
- *1053 - russian doll of a vacation
- *1052 - the big move
- *1051 - trepidation
- *1050 - hokkien mee recipe
- *1049 - eataly
- *1048 - having fallen in love
- *1047 - calculate
- *1046 - cost of living
- *1045 - hong kong, the old and the new
- *1044 - however,
- *1043 - funny bunny punny munny
- *1042 - not numb
- *1041 - culinary adventure
- *1040 - barbie #1
- *1039 - evidence
- *1038 - two + one discoveries last night
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July
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