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" If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky."   - Raul Gutierrez

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But this morning, a kind day has descended, from nowhere,

and making coffee in the usual way, measuring grounds

with the wooden spoon, I remembered,

this is how things happen, cup by cup, familiar gesture

after gesture, what else can we know of safety or of fruitfulness?

Marie Howe, "From Nowhere"

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Alain Laboile

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Unknown

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André Gelpke

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How swiftly the strained honey

of afternoon light

flows into darkness

and the closed bud shrugs off

its special mystery

in order to break into blossom

as if what exists, exists

so that it can be lost

and become precious

- Lisel Mueller / In Passing

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Will McBride

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Unknown

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All morning the dream lingers.

I am like thick grass

in a meadow, still

soaked with dew at noon.

Gregory Orr

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Edouard Boubat

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Persona 1966

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Unknown

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Everyone is a hundred different things, but in other people’s eyes we usually get the chance to be only one of them.

-Fredrik Backman, Us Against You

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Emil Otto Hoppé

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Roberta Marras

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“(…) for each of us there is some small sound like an unseen bird or a red bike grinding along the gravel path that could wake us, and take us home.”

— Dorianne Laux, from “Morning Song,” Facts About The Moon (W. W. Norton, 2005)

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Robert Mack

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Koichi Sato