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Love, like hunger and thirst, is almost impossible to stamp out.
Plato
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“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.” ― Emily Dickinson
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Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
- Soren Kierkegaard
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Oh, the games of deception
Predators play, she and he,
Creatures of the deep in
Dark, cold, murky waters!
Fancy a game of teeter-totters?
..
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I find your aura about me in
Residues of last night’s dreams.
Traces of your smell linger like
That of spring flowers’
Imag..
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When, at The Met, we turned a corner
And her eyes lit up with excitement,
And she breathed a little faster
Seeing a large canvas of timeles..
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She, too, was once young:
A hopeful, green bud
On a supple branch of
The mighty tree of life.
The change of seasons,
And myriad inscr..
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I
The first
rays of the morning sun poured their golden-honey-light over the mountaintop to
the east. They flowed down the slopes, through the la..
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Mesmerized by their own dangling feet,
Wobbling heads, shiny faces,
Eyes that were made to sparkle,
Cheeks painted with the
Likeness of ..
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Long I fought the rocks and
Roots in my path, and
The crushing weight of
Icy winter on my back.
But after all the seasons of
Heat and..
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