Just resolve to shine, constantly and steadily, like a warm lamp in the corner, and people will want to move towards you in order to feel happy, and to read things more clearly. You will be bright and constant in a world of dark and flux ...Caitlin Moran, 'My posthumous advice for my daughter.' The Times, 7/13/2013.
Saturday 2 April 2016
saturday poem
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