December 2011
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Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.
– Virginia Woolf (via seabois)
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Excerpt from "Places"
…we are always getting back from places whose names we cannot pronounce/ will the names be pronounced here?/ we cannot pronounce them/ how then is this a solution?/ dancing is a cure to self-consciousness/ so we will dance?/ we will get broken into like houses
-Laura Solomon, poet
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