My tangerine-eating friend wrote some lovely words this morning:
I'm not ready to see it that way
and to understand it differently than
that the walls, when they come nearer,
mean that I am growing
until I break them open, free myself from their narrowness
- Klee
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Hmmthanks. :) You've heard that song, I played it all the time freshman year.
yes, i thought that was lovely too.
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