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Monday, November 9, 2009

grief and praise.

this is my new poetry blog. enjoy!


be sure to check out my film blog (http://aboutherfilms.blogspot.com) as well!


"the aim of the dreamer,
after all,
is merely to go on dreaming
and not to be molested
by the world.
her dreams are her protection
against the world.
but the aims of life are antithetical
to those of the dreamer,

and the teeth of the world are sharp."

-Another Country
Posted by Melinda at 10:10 PM

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