"She is a child and a mannequin and death. I can't hate that."
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Sunday, January 20, 2013
Drawn again to the bone coloring of winter--statue and marble and brick and shrub drained of color--everywhere the same bleakness, but look how with a touch of violet from the sky it stirs.
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