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Faced with the unutterable, words still disintigrate...
And ever new, out of the most quivering stones, music builds her divine house in useless space.
-Rilke
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I am moody.
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[I am not very good at html]
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sometimes i wish... [a blog]
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Sunday, August 18, 2002
weddings... what powerful events...
Elena, what a sparkling, glowing, girl...
radiant as the words she writes...
complex as the pictures she paints...
they certainly long for one another. and Christ as well.
12:04 AM
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