February 2012
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January 2012
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Still now, I send letters into space
Hoping that some mail man somewhere will track you down
And recognise you from the description in my poems
And he will place a stack of them in your hands and tells you,
“There is a girl who still writes you”
She doesn’t know.. how not to.
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By my intimacy with nature I find myself withdrawn from man. My interest in the sun and the moon, in the morning and the evening, compels me to solitude.
— Henry David Thoreau
