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my last two brain cells

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on hedonism by anne carson

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Kathy Wu, from ‘White Asters’. Published in Tupelo Quarterly.

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I came to associate Berlin with a particular shade of pink: fuchsia sunsets, the ripple of cherry through white ice cream. Spring in the city was coloured with flirtation, like bubble gum or confetti. Clouds of blossoms covered the trees.

Jessica J. Lee, from Dispersals: On Plants, Borders and Belonging

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"It was a brief interlude in the rainy season, and the stars were out. Although it was small, my new room had a balcony...I loved being in the open air, no matter the season...The brisk breeze felt good on my cheeks. I submerged myself in the sweet June chill all the way to the tips of my fingernails. The air I was breathing was so clear I thought I might drift off to sleep. Every last star was blinking. I was in two minds." -- Banana Yoshimoto, The Premonition

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In September summertime ends, floats away on little puffs of milkweed, and the mindless geese will fly over the trees so crowded with leaves that we cannot see the geese but only hear them in their chaos of communication; they come and go, come and go, dragging their invisible net over the land, gathering the last scraps of summer, scattering the first olive-green leaves among the returning finches until you cannot tell finch from leaf, leaf from finch.

Katinka Loeser, from "Weeding" in A Thousand Pardons