For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.
– Mary Oliver(Source: carsinmycoffee)
Via Cars in My Coffee, and Trains in my Tea
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Posted on Sunday January 22nd
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