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"Kneeling by her as she lay sleeping in his bed, he realized that someone had sent her downstream in a bulrush basket. I have said before that metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory."
-The Unbearable Lightness of Being

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Sam
  • Rehearsal 7-9
  • Rehearsal 9-forever
  • Whose Woods 5 page paper(This will take up the rest of my night.)
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