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they hate each other.

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Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.

—Brain

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01/19/25

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emily duffin

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Pablo Neruda, tr. by John A. Crow, from An Anthology of Spanish Poetry: From the Beginnings to the Present Day, Including Both Spain and Spanish America; "Ode with a lament"

[Text ID: “Oh, girl among the roses,”]

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T. S. Eliot, from The Complete Works of T. S. Eliot; "The Confidential Clerk,"

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May Sarton, The House by the Sea

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– Audrey Hepburn

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Michalina Janoszanka (Polish, 1889-1952) - Spring (1920-29)

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John Keats, from “Ode to a Nightingale” (1819)

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— Nitya Prakash

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Asleep   -   Stefan Kürten , 2006.

German, b.1963 - Colour lithograph on paper , 55.9 x 75.5 cm.  Ed. 45

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Part of the 'Wandering Echoes' collection.