May 2012
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“In this uncontainable night, be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses,...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Sonnets to Orpheus” (translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)
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April 2012
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“He had eyes like drenched violets, so large that the water seemed to have...”
– Virginia Woolf (via mirroir)
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