"It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop." Vita Sackville-West
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Beautiful Letdown.
How much of myself do I have to give, over and over again, before I'm allowed to expect the most basic of kindnesses to come my way?
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