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I Reserve The Right To Love Many Different People At Once, And To Change My Prince Often.

I Sleep With My Feet On Moss Carpets, My Branches In The Cotton Of The Clouds.

My Ideas Usually Come Not At My Desk Writing But In The Midst Of Living.

If One's Conscious Life Is Too Rigid, Too Regimented, Then The Surface May Crack At Times, And We Are Unprepared For The Strange Emotions Or Sensations We Experience.

The Softness Of The Summer Day Like An Ermine Paw.