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although the men I have known have had many virtues and have taken me to live in many places I have come to love, they have never been John Wayne, and they have never taken me to that bend in the river where the cottonwoods grow. Deep in that part of my heart where the artificial rain forever falls, that is still the line I wait to hear.
Joan Didion • Slouching Towards Bethlehem: Essays
Collected Essays: Slouching Towards Bethlehem, The White Album, and After Henry
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for i am a drifter,
an aimless wanderer, a rudderless boat,
a sculler who lost his oars
like a driftwood, wait for the river to take me places,
never aware whether am washed ashore or still floating,
like an oyster in a desert, wait for that odd rain drop
an aimless wanderer, a rudderless boat,
a sculler who lost his oars
like a driftwood, wait for the river to take me places,
never aware whether am washed ashore or still floating,
like an oyster in a desert, wait for that odd rain drop
driftwood
anathema
Alice Walker • The Color Purple
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Sylvia Plath • The Bell Jar (FF Classics)
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