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“I hope you fall in love with someone who never lets you fall asleep thinking you’re unwanted.”

— Unknown

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“I always wanted to be somewhere else, I don’t know why.”

— Hanif Kureishi

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“She is kind and very beautiful. But she can be so cruel and it comes so suddenly and such birds that fly, dipping and hunting, with their small sad voices are made too delicately for the sea.”

— Ernest Hemingway

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"Life is like a river. You can't see too far ahead, you don't know where the river of life will bend and turn. You don't know where it will go at all. Don't try to control where the river goes. There's one thing you can know and control, yourself"

The Dragon Prince

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Between every two pines is a door leading to a new world.

-John Muir

Okanogan-Wenatchee National Forest, Washington

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And death shall have no dominion.

Dead men naked they shall be one

With the man in the wind and the west moon;

When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,

They shall have stars at elbow and foot;

Though they go mad they shall be sane,

Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;

Though lovers be lost love shall not;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

Under the windings of the sea

They lying long shall not die windily;

Twisting on racks when sinews give way,

Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;

Faith in their hands shall snap in two,

And the unicorn evils run them through;

Split all ends up they shan't crack;

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.

No more may gulls cry at their ears

Or waves break loud on the seashores;

Where blew a flower may a flower no more

Lift its head to the blows of the rain;

Though they be mad and dead as nails,

Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;

Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,

And death shall have no dominion.

Dylan Thomas

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The snow that never drifts

The transient, fragrant snow

That comes a single time a Year

Is softly driving now

So thorough in the Tree

At night beneath the star

That it was February’s Foot

Experience would swear

Like Winter as a Face

We stern and former knew

Repaired of all but Loneliness

By Nature’s Alibi

Were every storm so spice

The Value could not be

We buy with contrast

Pang is good

As near as memory

“The Snow That Never Drifts” Emily Dickinson

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To Autumn - John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,

Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

Steady thy laden head across a brook;

Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,

Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

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It's Adlestrop Day. June 24 is the date in 1914 when Edward Thomas was on a train that made the unexpected stop, that led to him writing the poem.

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the rain knows all my secrets

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"I disappeared into books when I was very young, disappeared into them like someone running into the woods."

—Rebecca Solnit

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by Noah Grossenbacher