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yoga on rails, mmm. will settle for walk under clouds near rails instead
| jenlindner ..................a wind has blown the rain away and the leaves and the sky and the trees stand: the trees stand. |
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| jenlindner I am actually cleaning while wearing most of my hair in one of those really dumb ponytails we were talking about yesterday. It's true. |
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| jenlindner And suddenly I am on my feet, surprised to find I have jumped lightly up and begun quite simply to live again. |
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| jenlindner O sing in me Muse, of the man of many ways, who travelled the seas Who encountered vast isles and overcame journeys at end |
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| jenlindner If I wanted this bathroom to fill up with every fat Irish rose that passed by, I'd've said so. |
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| jenlindner All these young men parodied her husband, she reflected; he said it would rain; they said it would be a positive tornado. |
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| jenlindner Mrs. Ramsay with James in the window and the cloud moving and the tree bending, |
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| jenlindner how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, |
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| jenlindner became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach. |
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| jenlindner Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed |
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| jenlindner their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was |
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| jenlindner him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life. |
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| jenlindner Why reasonable people go stark raving mad when anything involving a Negro comes up, is something I don't pretend to understand. |
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| jenlindner The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to lose itself in inward contemplation |
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| jenlindner God, it was difficult! The moving about of great secret trunks. |
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| jenlindner He is so profoundly right that I do not protest. |
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| jenlindner On Thursday afternoons (half holidays) we now took walks, and found still sweeter flowers opening by the way-side, under the hedges. |
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| jenlindner All this is still my kingdom, a small portion of the splendid riches which God distributes to passers-by, to wanderers and to solitaries. |
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| jenlindner All happy families are like one another; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. |
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