Where I collect the found and the lost.
Well, what can I say? You almost reached me but you didn’t.
And in the closet, there were things the person did not wish to see – nay, would run from at all cost.
Still..a great deal of light falls on everything. (Van Gogh)
She saw, quite clearly, that she was very distorted. But so was the one next to her.
Two rooms stood ahead and invited me in, I knew not which one I should enter.
Whether I’m bent or not depends on how you are standing.
Rhetoric is the language of our fight with others; poetry is the name of our fight with ourselves – William Butler Yeats
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