Such a strange calmness
Serenity
Maybe exhaustion
The composure one gets
In view of an insurmountable
Ice shelf
How often did I face it
Tired but confident
brìgh gach cluiche gu dheireadh
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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.
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"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…
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as the gentle rain from heaven
1947 young writer Truman Capote had the opportunity to visit one of his admired idols, the legendary French author Colette: Shyness, nerves, I…
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