And the fullfed beast shall kick the empty pail.
For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
T. S. Eliot, Little Gidding
she leaves only good wishes behind
And the fullfed beast shall kick the empty pail.
For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
T. S. Eliot, Little Gidding
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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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Gordian knot
So much left unsaid That I still love you But saw no other way out No other way to keep the pain at bay To force the loss as a way to stand…
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all the freedom in one’s own possession
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not…
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