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Про мене: Curiosity Keeper, Enthusiast, Friend. Mission Statement: "Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning the devil says, "Oh crap, she’s up !!" My love, I’ve petitioned the curator who has acquired an empty chest representing all the poems you will now never write. It will be kept with others in the poet’s gallery. Next door, a vacant room echoes with the spill of jewels buried by a pirate who died before disclosing their whereabouts. I hope you don’t mind, but I have kept a few of your pieces for my private collection. I think you know the ones I mean. "Sensitivity isn’t being wimpy. It’s about being so painfully aware that a flea landing on a dog is like a sonic boom." "Words are tears that have been written down. Tears are words that need to be shed. Without them, joy loses all its brilliance and sadness has no end" "When I was alive, I believed--as you do--that time was at least as real and solid as myself, and probably more so. I said ’one o’clock’ as though I could see it, and ’Monday’ as though I could find it on the map; and I let myself be hurried along from minute to minute, day to day, year to year, as though I were actually moving from one place to another. Like everyone else, I lived in a house bricked up with seconds and minutes, weekends and New Year’s Days, and I never went outside until I died, because there was no other door. Now I know that I could have walked through the walls." “Tell you something," the raven said. "I was flying over the Midwest once." He stopped abruptly, closed his eyes for a moment, opened them, and began again. "I was flying over the Midwest. Iowa or Illinois, or some place like that. And I saw this big damn seagull. Right in the middle of Iowa, a seagull. And he was flying around in big, wide circles, real sweeping circles, the way a seagull flies, flapping his wings just enough to keep on the updrafts. Every time he saw water he’d go flying down toward it, yelling, "I found it! I found it!" The poor sonofabitch was looking for the ocean. And every time he saw water, he thought that was the ocean. He didn’t know anything about ponds or lakes or anything. All the water he ever saw was the ocean. He thought that was all the water there was.”