December 2011
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Dark chocolate between my teeth. Each piece is from a different country. Ecuador falls between yesterday and today. Midnight snacks keep sleep close, but not close enough for the new year is on the tip of my tongue. Before I blink, it’s 12:42pm. Before I speak, it’s morning. Wrapping paper litters the bare floors as a reminder of holiday gifted love. Promises of work are outlined in the...
Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.
– E.B. White (via thoughtsdetained)
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I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use,...
– Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory (via bookmania)
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