Here there is sun. And whoever, as a child,
Believed he could break the repeatable pattern
Of things, if only he understood the pattern,
Is cast down, rots in the skin of others,
Looks with wonder at the colors of the butterfly. . . .
- Milosz

- The same person.Someone you know.
— 08.07.01, 12:37am #
- but they’re different ages, in different cities… i’m sadly stumped. email me? – Miranda
— 08.07.01, 10:43am #
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