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“Inverness, Capital of the Highlands” by @castlesofscotland on ig .
“The grief / of what hasn’t yet happened—”— Jane Hirshfield, from The Beauty: Poems; “Works and Loves,”
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“I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.”— Junot Diaz, This is How Your Lose Her
Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “You are on the floor crying”
[Text ID: “And you have been / on the floor crying / for days. / And that is you / being brave. / That is you getting through it / as best you know how. / No one else can decide / What your tough looks like.”]
Dulce María Loynaz, tr. by James O’Connor, from Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems
[Text ID: “I am not I. I am barely my own shadow.”]
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