poetic
Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory. Metaphors are dangerous
Idle my emptiness
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. -- Henry David Thoreau
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