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It's June, the evenings touching our skins like plush, milkweed sweetening the sticky air which pulses with moths, their powdery wings and velvet tongues. In the dusk, nighthawks and the fluting voices from the pond, its edges webbed with spawn. Everything leans into the pulpy moon.

Margaret Atwood, The Last Day

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“A person who has not been completely alienated, who has remained sensitive and able to feel, who has not lost the sense of dignity, who is not yet “for sale”, who can still suffer over the suffering of others, who has not acquired fully the having mode of existence - briefly, a person who has remained a person and not become a thing - cannot help feeling lonely, powerless, isolated in present-day society.”

— Erich Fromm

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“Most people go through their whole lives, without ever really feeling that close with anyone.”

— SALLY ROONEY, NORMAL PEOPLE

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—Czesław Miłosz, "1913" from New & Collected Poems

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paris. apr, 25.

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Do not grow old, no matter how long you live. Never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born. Einstein

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KM

ph. Darren Ankenman

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Mary Oliver, from "Wild, Wild," in New And Selected Poems: Vol. II

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Untitled (Transformation), Laura Makabresku, 2016

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Deep in the forest a call was sounding, and as often as he heard this call, mysteriously thrilling and luring, he felt compelled to turn his back upon the fire and the beaten earth around it, and to plunge into the forest, and on and on, he knew not where or why; nor did he wonder where or why, the call sounding imperiously, deep in the forest.

—Jack London

The Call of The Wild

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Zoe

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If eternity had a season, it would be midsummer. Autumn, winter, spring are all change and passage, but at the height of summer the year stands poised. It's only a passing moment, but even as it passes the heart knows it cannot change.

Ursula K. Le Guin

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laurent askienazy

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And laughing together, we took our leave of one another, parted, never to meet in closeness again. Laughing is a good way to part. As good a way as any.

– Cornell Woolrich, from “Death Escapes the Eye,” Angels of Darkness: Tales of Women and Terror (The Mysterious Press)