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"This rose became a bandanna, which became a house, which became infused with all passion, which became a hideaway, which became yes I would like to have dinner, which became hands, which became lands, shores, beaches, natives on the stones, staring and wild beasts in the trees, chasing the hats of lost hunters, and all this deserves a tone.” - Kenneth Koch
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image: the drifter and the gypsy

“[This is not a time to think the trumpet vine is sullen.
Rather: the trumpet’s bell is but a prelude.
It says we all are beautiful at least once.]
And, if you’d watch over me, we can be beautiful again.”

D. A. Powell, from “Boonies” (via the-final-sentence)

(Source: proustitute, via the-final-sentence)

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