So just say I was here a while
February 5, 2014
I couldn't leave my August entry standing to face The End without a buffer, however short and sentimental. Goodbye, dear friend.
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It's like a schoolhouse of little words, thousands of words. First you figure out what each one means by itself, the jingle, the periwinkle, the scallop full of moonlight. Then you begin, slowly, to read the whole story.
--Breakage, Mary Oliver
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