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I pull my wing and open my back plate and I show her my tiny beating heart. I am in love. “It’s so small,” she says. “It will grow,” I say.

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“Elrond,” Bruce said. “The Council of Elrond. From Lord of the Rings. It’s the meeting where they decide to destroy the One Ring.” “Jesus,” Annie said. “None of you got laid in high school, did you?”

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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"her hair as soft as a silver gold dying celandine"

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" equipped with a small patriotic flag and a whistle"

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Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you ; Weep, and you weep alone, For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer ; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But are slow to voice your care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you ; Grieve, and they turn and go. They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many ; Be sad, and you lose them all. There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded ; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a large and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.

ELLA WHEELER.

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