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If You Forget Me | Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that… Continue reading
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Before and After Blog Awards
I’m learning more and more about the blogosphere. One thing I recently learned more about is Blog Awards. My opinion about them is split into two categories: Before I knew what Blog Awards were and After I knew what blog awards were. Before: Ah, those lovely things hanging on the sides of everyone’s blog. If… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – Language
Silence is one part of speech, the war cry of wind down a mountain pass another. a stranger’s voice echoing through lonely valley’s, a lover’s voice rising so close it’s your own tongue: these are the keys to cipher, the way the hawk’s key unlocks the throat of the sky and the coyote’s yip knocks… Continue reading
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I’m Sorry
death it’s sting produces a humility powerful enough to find itself a home even inside the heart of the one who holds the cup of “I’m sorry’s” hoping their voice is sad enough to produce the kind of sympathy that peels back the brick that found itself a place inside the gut of the bereaved… Continue reading
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