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Pro: Sarton

A writer, if they want to be called a writer,
says Ms. May,
is someone who wants to knit
daily traces
must shake in the face of
all
things that are
out there,
and not only
against what is expressed
by their mind,
must be frenzied towards
cats they keep,
budding weeds,
and what
they absorb
from
reading before
their bedtime.
 
Cinangka, January 1, 2018

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