I go out to the dunes and look
and look and look
into the faces of the flowers;
and then one of them leaned forward
and nuzzled my hand, and what can my life
bring to me that could exceed
that brief moment?
—Mary Oliver
As much as I try to make the past keep still and
mind its manners, it moves and murmurs
with me through every day.”
— Deborah Levy
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