Where I collect the found and the lost.
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
Even looking from up here, things didn’t seem one bit better.
I had two eyes with which to look at the world. The one looked out and the other looked in.
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