The gale that wrecked you on the sand, It helped my rowers row. The storm is my best galley-hand And drives me where I go. - Emerson
The Log From The Sea of Cortez
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well if one has not dined well. V. Woolf
We hope.
Then we despair.
Then we hope again.
My head is playing at 33,
But my heart is a a 45.
Sometimes love means you have to be a stranger.
I am a found boy
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