I teetered at the edge. My foothold crumbled. Flipping in midair, I tried flailing, helpless as the Venus de Milo. Then I awoke.
Another Falling Dream
January 24th, 2010 · No Comments
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I teetered at the edge. My foothold crumbled. Flipping in midair, I tried flailing, helpless as the Venus de Milo. Then I awoke.
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“Whenever I dwell for any length of time on my own shortcomings, they gradually begin to seem mild, harmless, rather engaging little things, not at all like the staring defects in other people’s characters.”
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