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I could always find you sitting there with your secondhand malaise
The mental-emotional-physical state I am in is garbage, but at least I have found the epigraph to my next collection of poetry:
"It's a pity the dead are so quiet; it makes us ready to forget them."
—Dorothy L. Sayers, Busman's Honeymoon (1935)
"It's a pity the dead are so quiet; it makes us ready to forget them."
—Dorothy L. Sayers, Busman's Honeymoon (1935)
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And I love the epigraph.
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*hugs*