And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
End in the Nothing all Things end in - Yes

–Omar Khayyam


Tuesday, November 22, 2016

707





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The Grace–Myself–might not obtain–

Confer upon My flower–

Refracted but a Countenance–

For I–inhabit Her–


–Emily Dickinson



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