"with stammering lips and insufficient sound, I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature..."
-Elzibeth Barrett Browning
Monday, February 1, 2010
Sometimes I go about pitying myself, and all the while I am being carried on great winds across the sky! Sometimes I feel I am creating neither heat nor light, just the icky, perversely, pleasurable squish of self-pity between my toes!
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