Wednesday, November 13, 2013

I want so to live that I work with my hands and my feeling and my brain. I want a garden, a small house, grass, animals, books, pictures, music. And out of this, the expression of this, I want to be writing . . . warm, eager, living life — to be rooted in life, to learn, to desire,to know, to feel, to think, to act.  This is what I want. And nothing less. That is what I must try for.



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