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
I love you, you bold red, So sun-thirsty, wild and alive, In the summer scent between day and death So blooming and happily floating. — Hermann Hesse
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Comments go to email for approval. I only check once a week. Thank you, Jane.