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Friday, January 9


I do not know what it is about you that closes
And opens; only something in me understands
The voice of your eyes is deeper than all the roses
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

E.E. Cummings, from Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond

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