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M/54 #poetry #prose

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by Ellen von Unwerth, 1989

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“The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from — my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back.”

― C. S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces

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CDMX in Spring 2018

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Winter Solstice (2022)

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Rose Espinosa, Little Silver, 2018, oil on board

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The years, doubtless, went round then as now, but in my memory it seems to have been all springs and summers. I think the almonds and the cherries blossomed earlier in those years and the blossoms lasted longer; how they hung on in such winds I don't know, for I see the boughs always rocking and dancing against blue-and-white skies, and their shadows flow in a water-like over all the hills and valleys of Psyche's body. I wanted to be a wife so that I could have been her real mother. I wanted to be a boy so that she could be in love with me. I wanted her to be my full sister instead of my half sister. I wanted her to be a slave so that I could set her free and make her rich.

C. S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces.

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"to be eaten and to be married to the god might not be so different" is crazy work clive staples

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By Zhou Yansheng

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“[…] the desire to be loved, to be held close to the other shape; to put off the veil of darkness and see burning eyes.”

— Virginia Woolf, from “The Moment: Summer’s Night”, The Moment and Other Essays

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Dancers of the Royal Ballet in Giselle — by Bill Cooper