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It’s okay to wave good-bye to yourself in the mirror.
To write, I don’t want anything.
It’s okay to despise what you have inherited,
to feel dead in a city of pulses. It’s okay
to be the whale that never comes up for air,
to love best the taste of your own blood.— Rachel Mckibbens, from “Letter From My Heart To My Brain”
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“The precious intimacy of little things.”— Daphne du Maurier, from “I Will Never Be Young Again,” published c. 1932
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