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I’d like to put this on greeting cards, but I’m afraid people won’t get it. 😔

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To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing.

—Elbert Hubbard

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I had

within me a great heart

dreaming

of a family

and a

life much larger

than most.

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I fear

what I

believe.

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Writing Prompt: What do you see in the dark with only a single candle to guide you?

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Feeling

was far worse

when

it was all locked up.

In life

I think

that one should

be

proud to feel

an awful lot.

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Don’t fear

this

sadness,

it’s as expected.

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When I die, don’t look for me in the stars,

Look for me in my words.

Look for me in the books that line the shelves,

The letter “R” and the letter “E—"

And in every word you see them,

Please think of me.


Look for me where I’ve walked

And where I’ve never been.

Look for me in sadness, and I’ll be there...

But look for me in joy, too, won’t you?

Since they’re both so beautiful,

And both so true.

When I die, come look for me here;

Words won’t just disappear.

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Once said Wordsworth: there are “thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.”

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Have you ever found a printing error in one of your books?

Reading: Poems of Tennyson, 1950

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“The artist who paints only what is in his mind must very soon repeat himself.”

–Pierre-Auguste Renoir

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“A good name is better than riches.”

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I can't seem to let myself leave you,

But I can't breathe anymore.

– Novo Amor, “Repeat Until Death”

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She sat in a little ball, still and white, with big eyes. With a kiss, the boy leaves through the window; out there is a shadow waiting for Annie to sleep.

A monster.

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If we each gathered our height in chain and strung to it our faults, how much lighter could we make it before the year is done? Or before we have to drag it to Death and make that chain our tails?

Reading: A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

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Of the great

Long hair

That hangs

To cover up

All shame.

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