Friday, August 10, 2007
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" And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, ..... there I was without a face and it touched me. "
creativity run over
- shenjuti
- "I am moved by fancies that are curled / Around these images, and cling: / The notion of some infinitely gentle / Infinitely suffering thing."