if you’re not going to swim deep with me, then get out of my waters.
Dreaming of childhood and summer and lemonade and grass with daisies in it and running through sprinklers and devouring books in an afternoon and trying to swing high enough to fly
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I learned a beautiful word today.
Apricity, which means the warmth of the sun during winters.
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Travel and tell no one. Live a true love story and tell no one. Live happily and tell no one. People ruin beautiful things.
Khalil Gibran
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Anna Swir, from A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry, “The Same Inside,” tr. by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan
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