Crawling back into my shell to reevaluate history. One small treasure discovered today, however: I love it when I have the opportunity to recall what small words spoke to me, and why it happened when it did.
September 6, 2004
It is as if one could by-pass love, when the other eyes parry with a picture of one's own face, never arrive at marriage, either true or false, when eyes glaze and minds are more private than ever but could stop in between at a point where no one can stop.
-Mona Van Duyn, Into Mexico
18 is a mystery.
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