“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
- Robert Frost
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
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"and there was this feeling there—this overwhelming feeling of anticipated joy and unfettered possibility—that is still palpable in my consciousness. the feeling of good things—unknown and unmentionable yet vaguely familiar—to come. life, in all its glory, sprawled out in front of me in a moment." - shelley mcconkie
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