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A Dedication.

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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

the day.

"The day is like wide water, without sound,
Stilled for the passing of her dreaming feet."

I woke up thinking of these lines by Wallace Stevens. These words make the day seem still and endless, like anything is possible.

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