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now the new computer is dead too.

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i will be the gladdest thing
under the sun!
i will touch a hundred flowers
and not pick one.

i will look at cliffs and clouds
with quiet eyes,
watch the wind bow down the grass,
and the grass rise.

and when lights begin to show
up from the town,
i will mark which must be mine,
and then start down!
-edna st. vincent millay

(i'll post some new prose and poems by me as soon as all my art projects are done...)