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we kept on merging into one another, I was you, you were me.

Bitter Cold in a Dry Season

“History never repeats itself, but it does often rhyme.”

I am half agony, half hope.

nothing is more sad than the death of an illusion.

if you can't foster some ability to make a place for ambiguity, you're likely to be doomed to act in the service of its elimination

you twirled and love turned

All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.

I have found the perfect paradox. if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

"the single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.”

the girls go willing spinning on Jersey Thursday.

Une Rose et un Balai

waiting for the water to boil and my tea to be ready.

54th Street, boy

watching me is like watching a fire take your eyes from you

How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!

lets get involved structurally

high as a mountain and harder to climb