Those roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are...There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Love this
This is amazing.
http://therumpus.net/2011/02/dear-sugar-the-rumpus-advice-column-64/
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