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"There is a kind of life in death. The winds, snows, and floods of winter have scraped the countryside clean, ready for a new start."
~ John Lewis-Stempel, Meadowland: The Private Life of an English Field (entry for 18th January)
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currently devouring everything mieko kawakami has to write, and using one of my favorite fountain pens 💌
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A sweet surprise from @the-forest-library today. I even poked my head outside in the -19°F weather to get it.
🦊 The Wood in Winter by John Lewis-Stempel
A quick read, this is a simple and thoughtful booklet about our values and traditions in winter. May you go forward with love in your hearts.
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Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27
Text ID: I have peace and almost joy, because books, chats, and the sweetness of the air are so dear to me. But in my depths, masked by this day's diversions, the same emptiness!
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“Without you I am surely the last of our kind”
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I arrive at the bookstore, exhilarated. In a world of commotion I need more than ever to be reminded of what endures.
— Pico Iyer, Aflame: Learning from Silence (Riverhead Books, January 14, 2025)
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