"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
Monday, October 12, 2009
Here is a really lovely poem by Pable Neruda. I stumbled across it one day. It reminded me of a time when someone asked why I loved them and I couldn't figure out why so I made up a list of adjectives, none of which were true.
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