365 Self, weeks 7 & 8

Week seven, outside: 44. "is the spring coming?" he said. "what is it like?"

45. and there the moon-bird rests from his flight to cool in the peppermint wind.

46. she says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.

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365 Self, weeks 5 & 6

week five, hair:

29. but dreams come through stone walls, light up dark rooms, or darken light ones, and their persons make their exits and their entrances as they please, and laugh at locksmiths

30. it is folly to say you know what is happening to other people. only they know, if they exist. they have their own universes of their own eyes and ears.

31. how she wanted to put away adult things and go back to seeing through a looking-glass, darkly.

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