August 2011
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Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you...
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“Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption...”
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“I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos...”
– Story People
“There is a way to touch another person that tells them “all of you is good, none...”
– Years
“Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.”
– Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet Act I Scene V
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“Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good...”
– Romeo & Juliet, act II scene II 