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Now as you close your eyes, know I’ll be thinking about you.

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Poem of the Day 18 March 2021

Rain in the Mountains | BY HENRY LAWSON

The valley’s full of misty cloud, Its tinted beauty drowning, The Eucalypti roar aloud, The mountain fronts are frowning. The mist is hanging like a pall From many granite ledges, And many a little waterfall Starts o’er the valley’s edges. The sky is of a leaden grey, Save where the north is surly, The driven daylight speeds away, And night comes o’er us early. But, love, the rain will pass full soon, Far sooner than my sorrow, And in a golden afternoon The sun may set to-morrow.

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“Trees retained their leaves and shed their bark instead, the swans were black, the eagles white, the bees were stingless, some mammals had pockets, others laid eggs, it was warmest on the hills and coolest in the valleys, and even the blackberries were red.”

— In which an early colonial by the name of J. Martin was Alarmed by Australia.  

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““When a person tells you that you hurt them, you don’t get to decide that you didn’t.” - Louis C.K.”

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“I dream we’re by the shore for breakfast; wake to the clatter of gulls outside and walk to the diner. You order eggs and hashbrowns. I order coffee and a blueberry scone. Above the radio, an older couple beside us shares with pride that their granddaughter just was accepted to a college nearby. The waitress recommends dessert at the bakery down the street. When we leave, the sky is an empty blue parking lot. The wind carries salt from the ocean a block over. It is still so early. The day stretches out at our sandy feet.”

— Schuyler Peck (via schuylerpeck)

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“Everyone wishes to be loved, but in the event, nearly no one can bear it. Everyone desires love but also finds it impossible to believe that he deserves it.”

— James Baldwin, Tell Me How Long the Train’s Been Gone

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“The moment of awakening may be marked by an outbursts of laughter, but this is not the laughter of someone who has won the lottery or some kind of victory. It is the laughter of one who, after searching for something for a long time, suddenly finds it in the pocket of his coat.”

Thich Nhat Hanh , from the book “Zen Keys: A Guide to Zen Practice

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“Isn’t it silly how we joked about falling in love when we first met? We held hands in your car and played a game of truth or dare. “Truth or dare?” you asked. “Dare,” I said. “I dare you to fall in love with me,” your voice caressed my heart, and little did I know my whole future was being spoken into existence. One year later I couldn’t wash out the taste of your name from my lips. One year later I treasured the kisses you left on my spine like the starry night. We joked about falling in love when we first met. We were too wild and didn’t know we had each other in plain sight. One year later we hold hands in your car. “Truth or dare,” I ask. “Truth,” you say. “The truth is falling in love has been the scariest thing ever because love is like a beautiful Van Gogh painting that someone can break,” and I ran out of breath.”

— Alexa Evangelista, the book i’ll never finish writing

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“There was something terribly wrong with her, all the way inside. She was like a big diamond with a dead spot in the middle. I was supposed to breathe life into that dead spot, but it hadn’t worked.”

— Janet Fitch, from “White Oleander,” originally published c. July 1999

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Last day to pre-order my book, To Hold Your Moss-Covered Heart! Find it at www.recenterpress.com . 💛

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Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

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hello september. i’m greeted by your moss covered hands and dew on the windowsill. things are changing once again. this time, i let them.

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excerpt from Some Place Safe

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“I get reckless when I want to be touched.”

— Caitlyn Siehl (via the-beast-and-beauty)

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“And right then and there, we were a cliché of lover’s misfortune; theright love, the wrong time.”

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“This photograph is my proof. There was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and she embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen. She did love me. Look for yourself.” This is my proof, Duane Michals, 1974