October 2009
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Your song caresses the depth of loneliness, O high mountain bird
- Basho
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It moved her with recollections. She could hear again the ripple of the water, the flapping sail. She could see the glint of the moon upon the bay, and could feel the soft, gusty beating of the hot south wind. A subtle current of desire passed through her body, weakening her hold upon the brushes and making her eyes burn.
There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy...
handprints of martyrs
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technicoloring:
“Lightning.” “Lightning?” We didn’t believe in such ridiculous things. “Lightning,” he said, and we saw the way his tongue curled uncomfortably around the word like it was wrongly sized for his mouth. Didn’t use it very often at all. “Yeah, I do find it comforting.” “No, seriously.” “Yes.” His eyes roamed around to each of us; we stared right back, our eyes...
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.
- Philip Larkin
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Yellow-Coldplay
“If our arms aren’t strong enough, we’ll rip the roof off with our hearts. If the...”
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