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A Plea To Your Words. {poetry}

It seems that she doesn't even need to complete a circle, as you wrote in your journal days before India. Unlike the tree Love travels back at each moment to her original form. To a primal time before the transformation she underwent to be a tool or a symbol of human passion.

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My Thirty-Ninth Year — What I Know So Far.

I know that some of my misery is self-imposed and almost brought on purposefully. Maybe I am comfortable in it. Maybe it helps me to feel that all is right with the world because I’m preparing for the misery that will inevitably come. Maybe that’s not true at all, and there is a darkness that I  ...

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