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Could You Visit Me In Dreams? That Would Cheer Me. Sweet To See Friends In The Night, However Short The Time.

The Greek Language Seems Different Than Other Languages. I'm Not The Only Person To Think This. Usually, I Come Up With Some Kind Of Dopey Metaphor For Why It's Different. But It Seems, Somehow, More Original, More Like Being In The Morning Of Language.

A Refugee Population Is Hungry For Language And Aware That Anything Can Happen.

The Words We Read And Words We Write Never Say Exactly What We Mean. The People We Love Are Never Just As We Desire Them. The Two Symbola Never Perfectly Match. Eros Is In Between.

To Live Past The End Of Your Myth Is A Perilous Thing.