Friday, June 23, 2017

the keeper of fragile things






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Cease trembling and shaking and gasping
and cursing and find again your core which I am. 
Rest from twistedness, distortion, deformations. 

For an hour you will be me; that is, the other
half of yourself. The half you lost. 

What you burnt, broke, and tore is still  in my hands: I am the keeper of fragile things
and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.



–Anaïs Nin




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