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a cup of tea and a wheat penny

lady duff twysden
Her cup is still sitting there, with a bit of tea left in it. I leave it where it is, without touching it. The cup looks like a metaphor. A metaphor of memories that, before long, will be lost.
/haruki murakami/

you don't have to go anywhere. you are a stone in your own place.
no other stone is in such a beautiful place.
but stones are restless. everywhere is better than where you are.
so my stone is also disquieted.
/imants ziedonis/

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