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Low tide and high tea
the oysters are waiting for me
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momentary ponderings
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Dust in the air suspended
Marks the place where a story ended.
- TS Eliot

You may not know it yet, maybe you’ll never even think about it, but I’m special. You’re going to meet a lot of girls throughout your life, and a lot of them will be special to you. But I’m telling you right now, you’ll never find another me.

I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I'm out of control and at times I'm hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. - Marilyn Monroe

You are the best hug and the safest feeling I've ever had. You are my favourite smile, my favourite laugh, my favourite soul, my favourite voice and my favourite hands. You are overwhelming thought and eternal memory.

When in doubt, make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth. So what the hell, leap.
- Cynthia Heimel

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...--Jack Kerouac
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