"Hilarious. Simply perfect, adult friday eve in bburg brooklyn USA" -text message from Jessie 8:56am 11/10/07
The children at the playground. There is a certain age at which a child will spontaneously walk up to another, complete stranger child and give him or her a hug and turn around and walk off as abruptly as they came.
“But O alas, so long, so far, / Our bodies why do we forbear? / They’re ours, though they’are not we, We are / Th’intelligences, they the sphere. (...) So must pure lovers souls descend / T’affections, and to faculties, / That sense may reach and apprehend, / Else a great Prince in prison lies.” -John Donne, The Extasy
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