March 2011
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The Woodland Library: Thoughts: Unfinished books →
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Waiting waiting waiting. I am so terrible at it. It gnaws at my insides, grows in my chest and becomes this monster that I have to extract. Between my clenched teeth, between raged breaths, in the middle of the night, so that it does not contaminate and eats at the throats of people and things around me. It poisons and scratches and burns. I admire people and things that know how to wait....
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With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?
– Oscar Wilde
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