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'They made her a grave, too cold and damp
Take, oh take those lips away,
On either side the river lie
What is he buzzing in my ears?
The town was taken--whether he might yield
A vision as of crowded city streets,
Huge vapours brood above the clifted shore,
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Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it’s the answer to everything. It’s the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it’s a cactus.
— Enid Bagnold