They say tomorrow it will snow, but today you wore a light jacket and you will not forget it. The tooth still hurts, but you are breathing now and it was all you asked. The books of your own homework stack ten feet high but you will do them, you will finish page after page until you recognize the face in the mirror again. There was a moment when I looked into your eyes that every cell in my body was at peace.
For that moment alone I would wade through books a mile in every direction.
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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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