I think the names of colors are at the edge, between where language fails and where it's at its most powerful. A.S. Byatt
Monday, November 27, 2017
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White memory My mother (left) and her sister First snow Holding me tight against her hip, so young, her heavy winter coat, ...
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Signed with a rainbow I have set my rainbow in the clouds, Never again will the waters become a flood to destroy all l...
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Surrender When the fog rise up from the ocean Surrender can be soft like the fog that rises up from the sea It can be quiet ...
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