"It eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther... And one fine morning- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." [[The Great Gatsby]] This blog is going to be my place to document my thoughts, ideas, and promises to myself.
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Wow, what an amazing woman and poet. Margaret and I read the poem at the same time and we kept stopping and saying, "Oh my God, what if?" And that last line, wholly moley. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem. However, I made the mistake of reading the comments. Silly, silly me.
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