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i don't know how much i have been thinking.
my inspiration is a poem of the miraculous in the everyday... which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished. how fascinating it is to find what influences and inspires, what is filtered out and becomes flotsam winding 'somewhere safe to sea,' and yet is never lost because it has found life in a story, a painting, a song
-amy hempel.
we drank five-star metaxa on the island of crete and aspired to the state of music
-carole maso, ava.
hence i am not a disinterested seeker after perfection through the sand. colours stain the page; clouds pass over it. and the poem, i think, is only your voice speaking
-v. woolf, the waves.
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