How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended.
Heart, Writing, Struggle
I believe in the magic and in the authority of words
Magic, Words
I believe in the magic and authority of words.
Words
In the darkness of our lives, there is not one place for Beauty. The whole place is for Beauty.
Beauty
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