Touch starved… but it’s for a cool autumn breeze.
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Yehuda Amichai, from Selected Poetry of Y. Amichai; “The End of Elul,” (edited)
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September approaching…I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can't face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951
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