A lovely photo of sweet Annie with her cello.
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The moon is like a clean, fragrant body. Sound asleep, it gives off a seductive smell. A night is pressed on either side by two days. Between them all, the dark circles around your eyes stay joyful...
Stars move above the ten thousand doors...
It is not time that alters us,
it is space: the forest that was low as a dark
ribbon
round the evening when we were children.
And the water that came up to our feet.
Bo Carpelan
(from In Dark, in Light Rooms, 1976, trans. by Keith Bosley)
it is space: the forest that was low as a dark
ribbon
round the evening when we were children.
And the water that came up to our feet.
Bo Carpelan
(from In Dark, in Light Rooms, 1976, trans. by Keith Bosley)
The moon is like a clean, fragrant body. Sound asleep, it gives off a seductive smell. A night is pressed on either side by two days. Between them all, the dark circles around your eyes stay joyful...
-Zhai Yongming
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