When the November night is dark
and the fork in the road lies treacherous ahead,
When life muddles my vision
and blurs my determination,
When I am lost.
No matter.
I am,
as ever
grateful
For you.
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way.
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- Cajsa
- "If I can go to New York, live madly, and write. I will want for Nothing."
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