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Today has been one of those perfect winter days, cold, brilliant, and utterly still.
– W.H. Auden, from Collected Poems (Random House, February 13, 2007)
Source: bartnext
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W.B Yeats
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"Angel of Siebenbürgen"
Christopher Rådlund
2018
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This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year's threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath, the door of a vanished house left ajar.
— Margaret Atwood. (via meg's oldfarmhouse)
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I heard this song in a dream once.
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"I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life."
-Virginia Woolf.
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December’s immaculate coldness feels warm.
December feels like blood.
— Zinaida Gippius