Category: Words
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XXXIV
“…just how close to the bones and the skin and the eyes and the lips you can get and still feel so alone and still feel related like stations in some relay…” my mandala a new year maybe this year the contrasts wont be so sharp…
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DFW + Me =4Eva
It’s true, I want to wrap myself in his words of compassion for the horrors of the modern world; I want to snuggle my small copy of This is Water every time I pick it up; I want to coo at and kiss with the passport-sized photograph of his most excellent face on the back…
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