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This morning, contemplating this: ."The Tongue Says Loneliness” Jane Hirshfield ...this life is not a gate, but the horse plunging through it. Not a bell, but the sound of the bell in the bell-shape, lashing full strength with the first blow from inside the iron.
Apr 14, 2025, 11:55 AM
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