All right, Go ahead!
What's in a name?
I guess I'll be locked into
As much as I'm locked out of!
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay ~
2009-06-30
locked into / out of [self-portrait]
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
~ William Butler Yeats ~
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strong words... are you so strong as your words...
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