I too was pinched off from a piece of clay, I too modeled by omnipotence and flankedby things too wonderful for me
Bryana Johnson
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I scratch down happiness, Iwant my ink to do happy dances, to careen across the pages staggeringlike a drunken fellow, giddy on moonshine or sunset.
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It is something to have gazed on the constellated white, felt it running from the eyes and the pores: the salt of love. It is something to have whispered wild thank-yous in the only ways we know how.
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