Out of infinite longings rise
finite deeds like weak fountains,
falling back just in time and trembling.
And yet, what otherwise remains silent,
our happy energies—show themselves
in these dancing tears.
::Rilke
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hi hi--
just popping to for some shameless self-promotion. i updated my blog.
and my roommates and i started an apartment blog
thirstyintexas.wordpress.com
hi hi--
just popping to for some shameless self-promotion. i updated my blog.
and my roommates and i started an apartment blog
thirstyintexas.wordpress.com
Posted by: meredith | August 26, 2006 at 07:48 PM