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Thursday, August 7, 2008
Hope is a thing, with feathers
back, and not a moment too soon:
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Remember that one time, in Japan?
"When we see it, we'll do what is natural, we'll take our burned hands out of our pockets and clap."
The only living girl in Hiroshima...
How loose the silk. How jailed down the juice...
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Hula
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"She kept all of her pens in a drawer, off the desktop. It was a little like quitting smoking."
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"Beware, beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair, and I eat men like air..." -S. Plath
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