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Thursday, February 10, 2011

Love this quote, for obvious reasons.

And I am feeling particularly testy at being separated from the one I love by the most dreary of practical exigencies, money when I want only to lean on my elbow and stare into space feeling the one warm beautiful thing in the world breathing upon my right rib

From “Les Luths” by Frank O'Hara (1926-1966)

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