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...now, I'm not sure.
There’s only one of me.

There’s only one of me.

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“I know now, after fifty years, that the finding/losing, forgetting/remembering, leaving/returning, never stops. The whole of life is about another chance, and while we are alive, till the very end, there is always another chance.”

— Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?

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Beach umbrellas photographed by Daniel Sorine, Cannes, France. 1979.

Beach umbrellas photographed by Daniel Sorine, Cannes, France. 1979.

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So I’ll say it again.
The leaf has a song in it.
Stone is the face of patience.
Inside the river there is an unfinishable story
and you are somewhere in it
and it will never end until all ends.

Take your busy heart to the art museum and the
chamber of commerce
but take it also to the forest.
The song you heard singing in the leaf when you
were a child
is singing still.
I am of years lived, so far, seventy-four,
and the leaf is singing still.

Mary Oliver, “What Can I Say”

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Landscape in the Mist.

Landscape in the Mist.

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“You have been marking the passages that seem to approve of your own character.”

— Virginia Woolf, from The Waves

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Illustratie 001, painting over a print, photo by François Jenssard.

Illustratie 001, painting over a print, photo by François Jenssard.

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Arthur B. Carles

Moonrise

Arthur B. Carles

Moonrise

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“She was a person you would not be surprised to find sitting by herself in a corner of the world where she didn’t belong, writing things in a notebook to prevent the rise of panic.”

— Alice Munro, “Hold Me Fast, Don’t Let Me Pass”

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