"I like to live always at the beginnings of life, not at their end...It amazed me that you felt that each time you write a story you gave away one of your dreams and you felt the poorer for it. But then you have not thought that this dream is planted in others, others begin to live it too, it is shared, it is the beginning of friendship and love."
Aug 5, 2010
Yield
To the immense powers gracious, slow arms One crying to skies one gingerly holding on refuge where feet don't move where eyes melt into air a freezing of breath and then, re-birth.
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