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2.14.2019
touch of a lover
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
—Plato,
The Republic
1.30.2019
chance meeting
Always a pleasure to encounter a secret lover of poetry.
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