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when donna tartt wrote “it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn’t touch” vs when mary oliver wrote “oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last! what a task to ask of anything, or anyone, yet it is ours” 

when mary oliver said “so this is the world. i’m not in it. it is beautiful” and “i wanted to know, whoever i was, i was alive for a little while” and “mostly, i want to be kind” and “i want to say all my life i was a bride married to amazement” and “you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves” and “someday we’ll live in the sky” and “i want to love this world as thought it’s the last chance I’m ever going to get to be alive” and “have you too finally figured out what beauty is for? and have you changed your life?”

my dream is to lie in a big bed under a big quilt in a little old stone cottage and it’s sunny out and i can hear the sounds of bird’s singing and feel okay in a big way

postcards say IM HERE. IM HERE AND I LOVE YOU. IN THIS SPACE AND TIME AND WHEREVER AND WHENEVER YOU ARE. THERE IS A SPACE BETWEEN THOSE SPACES THAT CONNECTS US AND ITS FULL OF LOVE. I’LL MEET YOU THERE.