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JOMP BPC - 5th September - One Word Title
I know I bang on about this book, but I love it. And having recently seen Samantha Harvey talk about it, about how much she struggled with it and about the love and compassion she poured into it, I love it even more.
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Peonies and good books on this sunny Memorial Day.
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Margaret Atwood, from "Crickets" in The Door
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Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
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we exist now in a fleeting bloom of life and knowing, one finger-snap of frantic being, and this is it. this summery burst of life is more bomb than bud. these fecund times are moving fast.
-samantha harvey
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Itâs Friday!!!!! Tonight is for glasses of wine, classic literature and soft music. Happy Fridayâš

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currently reading
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Her Body and Other Parties
By Carmen Maria Machado
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Rainer Maria Rilke, in a letter to Sidonie NĂĄdhernĂĄ, dated 1 August 1913
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As time goes on, youâll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesnât, doesnât. Time solves most things. And what time canât solve, you have to solve yourself.
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Just a note. . . sitting out here in my room watching dawn come, seeing the mist rise Listening to early morning radio.
August 25, 1964 Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters First published: 1977
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26th August- Current incarnation of the bookshelf, ever changing and evolving âšïž
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September approachingâŠI feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around.
Sylvia Plath, in a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951, from Letters Home: Correspondence 1950-1963
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