Mary Oliver, from âPorcupineâ in Devotions: Selected Poem.
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Mary Oliver, from âPorcupineâ in Devotions: Selected Poem.
âI love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing; when both have fallen in love but still havenât said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.â
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Clarice Lispector, Ăgua Viva
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