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“Moonlight drifts from over
A hundred thousand miles
To fall upon a cemetery

It reads a hundred epitaphs
And then smiles at a nest of
Baby owls”
― Richard Brautigan

“These rotary dials were like meditation, they forced you to slow down and concentrate. If you polled the next number too soon, you had to start over from the top.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Landline

“I'm convinced that petting a puppy is good luck.”
― Meg Donohue, Dog Crazy

“I once had a love who folded secrets between her thighs like napkins
and concealed memories in the valley of her breasts.
There was no match for the freckles on her chest,
and no one could mistake them for a field of honeysuckles.
Upon her lips, a thousand lies were spread in sweet gloss.
Her kiss was like a storybook from ancient history.
She was at home with the body of a man inside her, beside her.
At night, when she lay in bed crying,
no one could mistake the tears she wept for a summer shower
She is gone, my love. She was a wanderess, a wildflower.”
― Roman Payne