Emily Dickinson, “Poem 670”
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I bury my feet in the earth and pretend that I am a seed
so that maybe one day I'll grow into something more whole.
Because I don't think I can propagate.
When you cut off a piece of me
it dies.
So bury all of me in the earth and I will grow
August 22 2020
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I am tired of myself to-night. I should like to be somebody else.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
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Collecting sticks and flowers and arranging them in patterns to say 'I love you'.
Summer
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Have you ever had trouble organizing your thoughts?
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Here’s a little rainbow for anyone having a bad day :)
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