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O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!


Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com

I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.


Wednesday, September 13
I wonder how Mr Communist is doing.

We had Starbucks together after photography at Benjamin Sheares; he showed me his carefully compiled book of photographs - lovingly bound with related poetry on the alternate pages. And we chatted. About the local - and in his opinion, communistic - government, his holidays abroad and the future.

It was nice. I want to call him up and hear more backpacking in Prague / visiting the Sphinx in Egypt / Motorcycle Diaries in South America stories.

But we didn't exchange numbers. And I vaguely remember his name. It's one of those passing winds that blew my way, I think.

O'world, I cannot hold thee close enough!


11:35:00 am


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