April 2012
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April 28, 2012: The Letter, Linda Gregg
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The Letter Linda Gregg
I’m not feeling strong yet, but I am taking good care of myself. The weather is perfect. I read and walk all day and then walk to the sea. I expect to swim soon. For now I am content. I am not sure what I hope for. I feel I am doing my best. It reminds me of when I was sixteen dreaming of Lorca, the gentle trees outside and the creek. Perhaps poetry...
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What ingredients does it take to make you? →
Jody is made of kitty cats, Romance, and volcanoes. With a dash of Shindan.
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A Sonnet by Edna St Vincent Millay
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What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply; And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain, For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely...
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