when i sing she doesn't care;
when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
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Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Ash Wednesday
“And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices in the
lost lilac and the lost sea voices and the weak spirit quickens to rebel
for the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell quickens to recover.”
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