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January 19, 2011

history

History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again.
Maya Angelou 

January 14, 2011

January 10, 2011

The Lesson

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

Maya Angelou