hi, david. i'm a friend of lindsay's and she says so much about you.
i really just wanted to thank you for posting this because it nearly killed me. i'm afraid i have to save it, to continue to read it, and die several times in the process. i fear this is one determintal effect of too much literature: dying too many times to live.
kelli - i'm not sure what to say outside of a warm and deferent thank you. this poem is one i hold close to my heart (you are right; it is a poem that slays you with its splendour) and the fact you like it has endeared you to me more than you might believe
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dave, you've made a terrible mistake! i have, of course, returned the favor. but i'll warn you in advance that my personality has slipped by me on a cross-wind. i can't promise you much beyond that, but i'll do my best.
you are right, in all the respects of the word, about life and death and literature. it's seemingly unavoidable: this constant shedding of skin to begin something new after the last few pages of a book. unbelievable.
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i really just wanted to thank you for posting this because it nearly killed me. i'm afraid i have to save it, to continue to read it, and die several times in the process. i fear this is one determintal effect of too much literature: dying too many times to live.
thanks again.
kelli
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you are right, in all the respects of the word, about life and death and literature. it's seemingly unavoidable: this constant shedding of skin to begin something new after the last few pages of a book. unbelievable.
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