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(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
Mary Oliver, “The Uses of Sorrow” (via rosettes)
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A couple admires the color and texture of Monet’s Water Lilies at MoMA, New York
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