February 2012
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once there was a dreary mist that quenched my landlocked thirst once something propelled me on and blessed me with a curse once there was a weary rain that soaked me through and through and when at last the storm had passed all that was left was you
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“Each person who ever was or is or will be has a song. It isn’t a song that...”
– Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys
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“When you were sleeping on the sofa
I put my ear to your ear and listened
to...”
– “The Secret,” Jeffrey McDaniel
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“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
– Galileo
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