It’s all I have to bring today – This, and my heart beside – This, and my heart, and all the fields – And all the meadows wide – Be sure you count – should I forget Some one the sum could tell – This, and my heart, and all the Bees Which in the Clover dwell. ~ Emily Dickinson
In May my heart was breaking- Oh, wide the wound, and deep! And bitter it beat at waking, And sore it split in sleep. And when it came November, I sought my heart, and sighed, “Poor thing, do you remember?” “What heart was that?” it cried. -Dorothy Parker
I woke up this morning...
…with the scattered remnants of a dream about David Bowie slipping away, and my knee hurting. I don’t think the two were related, though.
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