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: D. (dalaruan) wrote,
2011-03-23 20:50:00

D.
dalaruan
2011-03-23 20:50:00

Vineta

Since then, I have become a minor amateur birdwatcher and zone in on all sorts of little thrills in life: the return of the screeching swifts to my street in Kentish Town in April; the guillemots lying their eggs on the Pembrokeshire cliffs in May; a blackbird serenading the prostitutes on Market Road, a thriving red-light disctrict in Islington, on a cold dawn, the first thrilling intimation that spring is coming.
Harry Mount, From Class as to Clematis: Reflections on Growing Up

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To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

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And I had put away / My labor and my leisure too / For His Civility

And so I whirl around and around, in this breathtaking, vertignious merry-go-round, until the reaper asks me for the last dance.
"I knew it would be you," she said

eulogy to a hell of a dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in that dark green dress…
as the gentle rain from heaven

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Vineta

And I had put away / My labor and my leisure too / For His Civility

"I knew it would be you," she said

as the gentle rain from heaven

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