Hope - still
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Hope is bloody-knuckled and bruised
From punching the wall in an attempt
To break it down.
Hope knows the only way through
Is through
And time heals
And...
24 November 2008
je réfléchis
“The charm, which he had tried to disown, when under the effect of it, the beauty, the character, the aloofness, which he had been determined not to feel, now possessed him wholly; and when, as happened by the nature of things, he had exhausted his memory, he went on with his imagination.”
Virginia Woolf, Night and Day
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Beautiful words and poetic photo! Thanks for your note, so sweet. I hope Harriet can come on the night. HOpe to see you in Paris soon Carla x
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