Just Blowing By
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face watches beside me in this windy place.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.
Lord Byron
The night
Hath been to me a more familiar face
Than that of man; and in her starry shade
Of dim and solitary loveliness
I learned the language of another world.
Lord Byron
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
The only thing more impossible than staying was leaving.
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