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Summer settles like a bee on clover - golden, busy, here then gone. (p. 118)

"Even poetry, which breaks language into meaning - poetry ossifies, in time, the way trees do. What's supple, whipping, soft, and fresh grows hard, grows armor." (p. 90)

"to read your letters is to gather flowers from within myself, pluck a blossom here, a fern there, arrange and rearrange them in ways to suit a sunny room" (p. 90)