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So I Won't Forget My Favorite Poems: Karen Rigby, "Lovers in Anime"

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1. ] couple on elevated trains. In hot springs. Libraries.
Apartments lit by the Ferris wheel on the plaza.

2. ] Sakuras splice with birds alighting: a montage
of petals and a round-mouthed O.

3. ] The person you loved will lead you
to Hamada City or the bamboo
whitened by snow.

4. ]…

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TIME Magazine Interviews: Ewan McGregor (x)

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— Raul Gutierrez, “Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently”

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Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there.

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which platform?
a very young passenger asks a station attendant for directions, on the railway platform at bristol, england, 1936. photo by george w. hales.

which platform?

a very young passenger asks a station attendant for directions, on the railway platform at bristol, england, 1936. photo by george w. hales.

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"She saw him and she imagined infinite possibilities, mere steps away if she were daring and just as equally impossible if she remained where she was. This was the teacher crush who taught her nothing, the man at the pub with the bar missing, the stranger at the bus stop where no bus would ever come. And with that glance, an infinity of moments receded into infinite silent goodbyes, as both sides simultaneously decided to do nothing. It was cowardly, unfailingly practical, and true to the tragically level-headed identities they had chosen for themselves. But every time she saw him, she experienced the same colorful explosion, and she would wonder."