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Poetry feels like a country I visit without a passport, where I look around furtively, grab hold of something precious, and try to smuggle it back across the border. Any poem I get written down feels like contraband to me.

Barbara Kingsolver

You know things are bad when a woman without any legs and who recently lost two of her own kids feels sorry for you.
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Kids Sorry Two
Silence has many advantages…I write and draw in my notebook and I read anything I please.
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Notebook Silence Writing
How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.
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Foolish Losing Loss
That was when we smelled the rain. It was so strong it seemed like more than just a smell. When we stretched out our hands we could practically feel it rising up from the ground. I don’t know how a person could ever describe that scent.
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Hands Rain Strong
You could love your crazy people, even admire them, instead of resenting that they’re not self-sufficient.
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Crazy People Self
A dog can’t think that much about what he’s doing, he just does what feels right.
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Doe Dog Thinking
It seems very safe to me to be surrounded by green growing things and water.
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Growing Safe Water
Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side.
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Betrayal Heads Perfect Tails
He needs to go rub his soul against life.
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Life Need Rub Soul
We agreed with him in principal – we were little scientists, born and bred. But children robbed of love will dwell on magic.
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Children Littles Magic
Sugar, it’s no parade but you’ll get down the street one way or another, so you’d just as well throw your shoulders back and pick up the pace.
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Pace Sugar Way
The bad thing about small-town life is that everybody knows your business…I suppose that is my central obsession. What we owe to society, what we owe to ourselves.
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Business Know Obsession Small Suppose Town
High fashion has the shelf life of potato salad. And when past its prime, it is similarly deadly.
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Fashion Past Salad
I had decided early on that if I couldn’t dress elegant, I’d dress memorable.
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Decided Dresses Memorable
As long as I kept moving, my grief streamed out behind me like a swimmer’s long hair in water. I knew the weight was there but it didn’t touch me. Only when I stopped did the slick, dark stuff of it come floating around my face, catching my arms and throat till I began to drown. So I just didn’t stop.
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Dark Grief Moving
If you can’t dress expensive, dress memorable.
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Dresses Expensive Memorable

Poetry feels like a country I visit without a passport, where I look around furtively, grab hold of something precious, and try to smuggle it back across the border. Any poem I get written down feels like contraband to me.

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Poetry feels like a country I visit without a passport, where I look around furtively, grab hold of something precious, and try to smuggle it back across the border. Any poem I get written down feels like contraband to me.

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