April 2005

April 2005: You can almost see the twist of ions, the
curdling acids, the soothing salts of planets,
stars, eternity.
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April 2005: Pre-Classic Greeks were stiff and strong, blind
‘to grace, and had no thoughts of thought at all

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April 2005: Award ~ Award for the good, Award for doing the best,
‘Award to make you feel good. You did it yourself.
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April 2005: The language of words has no place for an orderly chaos
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April 2005: Not Me, she says. I’m not part of that.
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April 2005: A critter colled to spring
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April 2005: A leaf from the bottom of the sea knows little of chlorophy!
‘and cares not.
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April 2005: Human hands speak a new message from each point of view.
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April 2005: Known realty is carefully constructed to be
unknowable; and that’s nota riddle, it’s how we are.
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April 2005: Inspiration, like an ethical salvation, can rouse
from sleep to total knowiede and change a life.
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