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Daylight Is Nobody's Friend. God Comes In Like A Landlord And Flashes On His Brassy Lamp.

The Marriage Twists, Holds Firm, A Sailor's Knot.

Sometimes The Soul Takes Pictures Of Things It Has Wished For, But Never Seen.

I Imitatea Memory Of Beliefthat I Do Not Own.

Not That It Was Beautiful, But That, In The End, There Was A Certain Sense Of Order There; Something Worth Learning In That Narrow Diary Of My Mind