These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination... Rabindranath Tagore

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past...F. Scott Fitzgerald - The Great Gatsby

We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.
On the way to the river are the old dormitories, used for something else now, with their fairy-tale turrets, painted white and gold and blue. When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.
--from Margaret Atwood - The Handmaid's Tale

Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul.
- Joyce Carol Oates


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from a purple room to a last night in Cusco... the wind transfers our energies to tomorrows riddled with shelter dogs.... neighbourly felines... and an owl entranced with a deer... and still there are poems to poem... the dishes can wait... A book for those who love who love the poetry in raw fantasy and magic reality... Put the cauldron on the fire... - also on Google Play...

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