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The whole time I was hoping my silence would fit yours and exclamation marks would gently float across time and space so that boundaries would be crossed; See, we were never about butterflies. We’ve always been about burning stars. All about us is unearthly and radiant.

—Anna Akhmatova

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Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.

—Rainer Maria Rilke

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