February 2012
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clare: We kiss or we wound, still we must come... →
clareyt:
A poem by the talented David Rakoff that I heard on an older episode of This American Life has embedded itself in my emotions and even gone so far as to change the way I handled a few things since I heard it last week. I must share it. Or hear it here.
Nathan, at one of the outlying tables,
Beautiful.
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