sit up straight. you'll never meet the buddha with such rounded shoulders.
Saturday, November 05, 2011
five
“I would like to give you the silver branch, the small white flower, the one word that will protect you from the grief at the center of your dream, from the grief at the center.”
1 comment:
I love Margaret Atwood's poetry. Morning in the Burned House is one of my favorite books.
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