here's to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap
and to your(in my arms flowering so new)
self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain
-e. e. cummings
Friday, July 22, 2005
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My theory is that if I hadn't played Authors so much in my developmental years, I probably wouldn't have been an English major. It certainly cultivated a love of literature. Or at least a level of greed to acquire books.
My theory is that if I hadn't played Authors so much in my developmental years, I probably wouldn't have been an English major. It certainly cultivated a love of literature. Or at least a level of greed to acquire books.
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