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.. we quench our thirst with feathered spell, and poems fall like early flowers. ..
(though love be a day and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing.) – E.E. Cummings .. we are ever falling softly, pale and petaled and waiting for our souls to set. .. NovPAD, day 29.