Oh the humanities

Well the first thing I want to say is—mandate my ass . . . 

I am wise even from within the womb of my mother. I am the woman of the winds, of the water, of the paths, because I am...

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so . . .

I saw him watching me in the gilded mirrors with the assessing eye of a connoisseur inspecting horseflesh, or even of a...

Have you seen

have you really seen

the snow 

the stars 

the plush steps of the breeze

Have you touched

have you really touched


And now, for once, you must try to face the facts . . . 

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