She followed slowly and she needed time, as though some long ascent were not yet by; and yet: as though, when she had ceased to climb, she would no longer merely walk, but fly. “Going Blind” Rainer Maria Rilke
i wish i could make good blog comments but hopefully the letters can recombine in their own strange and magic ways as genes and tiny spilled beads and people in a crowd tend to do, and say something meaningful or at least convincing of a good and loving emotion.
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i wish i could make good blog comments but hopefully the letters can recombine in their own strange and magic ways as genes and tiny spilled beads and people in a crowd tend to do, and say something meaningful or at least convincing of a good and loving emotion.
That worked just fine.
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