Most of the time, when I write, it's to keep track of where I am. Some things you wish you hadn't written. Some things surprise you with a clarity that was forgotten in a moment long past.
posted by Bart @ 5/25/2004 09:58:00 AM
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. -William Butler Yeats
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