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Ripening

“They wanted to blossom, and blossoming is being beautiful. But we want to ripen, and this means being dark and taking pains.”–Rainer Maria Rilke O poor fragile blossom, hue of vetted contradiction, do bask in dark, soft, storied chambers and … Continue reading

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