September 2011
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You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not...
– Azar Nafisi
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And every year there is a brief, startling moment
When we pause in the middle...
– from Edward Hirsch, “Fall”
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Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and...
– Frank O’Hara, Animals
I wasn’t lonely.
I experienced no self-pity.
I was just caught up in a
life...
– Charles Bukowski (via mirroir)
I spent 5 days trying to find this in A Moveable Feast. Why did I think it was there?
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