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Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous “I don’t know.

Wislawa Szymborska

Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
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Beginning Book Half Myself Open
There’s simply too much fuss about myself.
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Confusion Mess Myself Simplicity
Animals don’t even try to look any different from what nature intended. They humbly wear their shells, scales, spines, plumes, pelts, and down. The conscious impulse to change one’s appearance is found only among humans.
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Animal Appearance Conscious Different Human Oneself Try
Though I may deny poets their monopoly on inspiration, I still place them in a select group of Fortune’s darlings.
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Fortune Inspirational Place Poet Select
I’m working on the world, revised, improved edition, featuring fun for fools blues for brooders, combs for bald pates, tricks for old dogs.
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Dog Edition Myself Old Revision Work World
We’re extremely fortunate not to know precisely the kind of world we live in. One would have to live a long, long time, unquestionably longer than the world itself.
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Fortune Kind Live Precise Question World
I’d have to be really quick to describe clouds – a split second’s enough for them to start being something else.
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Cloud Description Enough Myself Quick Start
Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
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Death Easy Faith Live
The joy of writing. The power of preserving. Revenge of a mortal hand.
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Hands Joy Mortal Perseverance Power Revenge Writing
Somewhere out there the world must have an end.
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Cosmos End Space World
I like being near the top of a mountain. One can’t get lost here.
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Lost Mountain Myself Nature Oneself Place
All is mine but nothing owned, nothing owned for memory, and mine only while I look.
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Memories Myself Search
Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.
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Arrival Consequence Fact Practice
No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.
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Bliss Kiss Past Teaching Time Way
I slide my arm from under the sleeper’s head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.
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Angel Count Head Myself Sleep
Carry on, then, if only for the moment that it takes a tiny galaxy to blink!
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Blink Carry Funny Galaxy Moments

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