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So that was the season of light. Stooping always over it, like a schoolmaster trying to catch me out in an act of enjoyment, was the season of darkness.
I can no longer pretend that the winter is fine. I have tried to tell myself that the country is not dead, but resting and regrouping, stroking the inchoate life inside it, and that that's what is h
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Ben Platt - "Older" (YouTube Space Performance)
youtube.comAnd yet somehow she was different. Her eyes and hair and skin were shining; and something in the way she held her body told Mara that she was at peace and at home with herself once more.
Sharon Blackie • If Women Rose Rooted: A Journey to Authenticity and Belonging
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Steven Schlafman • 1 card
here, that I’m a figment of my own imagination. There are days when I feel so lightly connected to the earth that the threads that tether me to the planet are gossamer thin, spun sugar.