What thou lovest well remains,
The rest is dross
What thou lov'st well shall not bereft from thee
What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage
Ezra Pound, Pisan Cantos LXXXI
H. H. († 15 Feb 1996)
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and next year's words await another voice
Closed doors. Fallen by the wayside, once, twice, too often. The unexpected suicide of someone close, yet not close enough. Chapters I closed,…
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you get so alone at times that it just makes sense
"The miles he runs around the world to escape, you run in your mind", she said. My 'mind'. And I still miss you. Mile by…
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too perfect to be possible
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