Wistful Woods

March 2011

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dusty ribbons in a storybook worn from years laid beside an instrument forgotten by eyes and fingertips that left lingering scents of magnolias; with all has beens deposited in the spots where the light disturbed nothing, the moon and stars met for coffee while the artist painted this midnight scene

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“Never had she danced so brilliantly. It was as if sharp knives were wounding her delicate feet, but she never felt it; more painful was the wound in her heart. She knew that this was the last evening she would see the Prince for whom she had turned her back on her kindred & home, given up her beautiful voice, & everyday suffered hours of agony without his suspecting a thing.” —The Little Mermaid (via onlyliveonlemonade)

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