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Young Writers Society


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While you ponder this, enjoy a poem:


Every Time I Kiss You (1959)
by Nizar Qabbani

Every time I kiss you
After a long separation
I feel
I am putting a hurried love letter
In a red mailbox.


Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening