Oct 2, 2020
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For what is there to do but garden myself to a life that no longer makes me feel quite so loved and wanted and precious as I might like? And what right do I have to demand it from the world when I have done nothing so noble as to earn its admiration but for brief spouts of effort that soon give way to anxious pause and mistakes and withdrawals from my own work?