Come the night,
moths banging on the ceiling light,
its heart beating in unison
its bosom
caving the crickets
and the only stars in the thickets
the fireflies
Salt and ash
It was the last promise to be kept. My grandparents reposed where they had longed to be, at last. For yes, I had tarried. The morning sea ...
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There's a thread on Facebook and all over the Internet that goes: "Shakespeare said: I always feel happy. You know why? Because I...
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Mon weekend parisien, mis à part l'exposition "L'or des Incas" à la Pinacothèque , une petite expo sur Théodore Monod au... -
"Don't worry, for $99m, I've got all the time in the world." Auctioneer and Sotheby's head of modern art Tobias Me...
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