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January 21, 2025

To-day I thought — what boots it what I thought?
Poppies and gold! Why should I blurt it out?
Or hawk the magic of her name about
Deaf doors and dungeons where no truth is bought?

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“Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?”

Clarice Lispector

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