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Mine, said the stone, mine is the hour. I crush the scissors, such is my power. Stronger than wishes, my power, alone. Mine, said the paper, mine are the words that smother the stone with imagined birds, reams of them, flown from the mind of the shaper. Mine, said the scissors, mine all the knives gashing through paper's ethereal lives; nothing's so proper as tattering wishes. As stone crushes scissors, as paper snuffs stone and scissors cut paper, all end alone. So heap up your paper and scissor your wishes and uproot the stone from the top of the hill. They all end alone as you will, you will. — David Mason

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I thought that I could keep it—the light on the running tide,
how your eyes give you away no matter what you hide.
I thought that I could hold it—the forest along the sand,
your neck bones like pearls underneath my hand.
But time's school has taught me how petals brown and die.
There's no saving pleasure.
Don't try. Don't try. — Louise Hawes The Language of...

The Garden Under Snow Now the garden is under snow a blank page our footprints write onclare who was never minebut always belonged to herselfSleeping Beautya crystalline blanketthis is her springthis is her sleeping/awakeningshe is waitingeverything is waitingthe improbable shapes of rootsmy babyher facea garden, waiting. — Audrey Niffenegger The Time...

You do know, right, that between the no-longer and the still-to-come you are being continually tattooed, inked with the skulls of everyone you've ever loved—the you & the you & the you & the you—you don't sit in a chair, thumb through a binder, pick a design, it simply happens each time you bring your fingers to your face to inhale him back into you... tiny skulls, some of us are covered. You, love, could simply tattoo an open door, light pouring in from somewhere outside, you could make your body a door so it appears you — Nick Flynn

From childhood's hour I have not bee

So here is my story, may it bringSome smiles and a tear or so,It happened once upon a time,Far away, and long ago,Outside the night wind keens and wails,Come listen to me, the Teller of Tales!

I will never hurt you.I will always help you.If you are hungryIll give you my food.If you are frightenedI am your friend.I love you now.And love does not end.

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