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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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August
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- *1086 - bloobry
- *1085 - cape cod
- *1084 - adele 21
- *1083 - EV on a ferry
- *1082 - overeating
- *1081 - this explains everything
- *1080 - fatigue
- *1079 - view of Boston
- *1078 - August 16
- *1077 - downfall
- *1076 - my education
- *1075 - why latte love
- *1074 - I have always had a thing for ducks.
- *1073 - worlds
- *1072 - tau pok
- *1071 - the sun
- *1070 - the rain
- *1069 - 46 years old
- *1068 - sieve
- *1067 - can you please have a baby already?!
- *1066 - from the last night in singapore
- *1065 - worries
- *1064 - ev in virginia
- *1063 - bolero again
- *1062 - step by step,
- *1061 - cayuga
- *1060 - bedtime stories
- *1059 - thunderstorm
- *1058 - so much for not shopping for a while
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August
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