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my daydreams lie buried in autumn leaves
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in this hour i am full
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my poetry book, a portrait of november
https://www.etsy.com/listing/903926119/a-portrait-of-november
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Weekend mornings
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Ἐὰν ᾖς φιλομαθής, ἔσει πολυμαθής
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Σπίτι μου σπιτάκι μου και σπιτοκαλυβάκι μου.
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One thing remained attainable, close and unlost amidst all the losses: language.
Carolyn Forché, from The Poet’s Notebook: Excerpts from the Notebooks of 26 American Poets, eds. Stephen Kuusisto, Deborah Tall, & David Weiss (W. W. Norton & Co., 1995)  (via memoryslandscape)
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I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is
alone.
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