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Gaunt
What is six winters? They are quickly gone.
Bolingbroke
To men in joy; but grief makes on hour ten.
—Shakespeare in Richard II
 
We’re reaching the end of winter now. I’ll miss the instability, which has its own uniqueness and masochism to it; but glad to see spring in sight.
Sorry, about quoting Shakespeare, I’m in that class…
 
Michael

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(I couldn’t think of a title.)
Yesterday, in Shakespeare and Psychology, we were discussing developing constant things in your life and how difficult it is to let things go, and it made my walk back to my dorm very thoughtful.
To find just one thing that’ll be secure in constant is a beautiful thing. I’ve recently rediscovered [...]

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How a leaf sets sail,
                        [In the autumn,]
                                    drifting without haste—
            [as a schooner meanders about whispering seas,]
To scatter over mottled landscape,
                        [wander through]
                                    with castanet’s clatter,
Speaking in child’s cursive,—
                                    [with somber lightness]
—A live(ly) mosaic with death(ly) in-sight.
 
 
-Michael

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I’m sorry blog, I forgot about you. I am back now, and I promise to keep writing on you. I’ll keep you from getting dated; we’ll be incessantly together. I’ve just been busy with this school thing, and I have no excuse… ah!
Also, anyone who reads this: I apologize to you as well. I will [...]

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