Things We Lost Along the Way.

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And when the smoke cleared away, and I sought to look upon the earth, I beheld against the background of cold, humorous stars only the dying sun and the pale mournful planets searching for their sister.

The Crawling Chaos. HPL & Winifred Jackson

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This is me with a flower in my hair, resting against my ear.

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The words ‘far, far away’ had always a strange charm.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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Marie-claude Strausz

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Faded Time.

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A poem begins with a lump in the throat.

Robert Frost

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There is poetry as soon as we realize that we possess nothing.

John Cage

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Félix Thiollier (1842-1914), Untitled, ca. 1880

Félix Thiollier (1842-1914), Untitled, ca. 1880

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There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man, true nobility is being superior to your former self.

Ernest Hemingway

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