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when i sing she doesn't care; when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
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Monday, May 03, 2010
Words
"That for which we find words is already dead in our hearts. There is always a kind of contempt in the act of speaking."
-- Nietzsche (with thanks to
Dani Shapiro
)
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