Pharos Beckons
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Last published Wed, Jul 11, 2018
Writing is my escape.
-Johanna Hefer-
Writing is the painting of the voice
-Voltaire-
To survive you must tell stories
-Umberto Eco-
To write means more than putting pretty words on a page; the act of writing is to share a part of your soul with the world
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Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart
-William Wordsworth-
Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure
- Mark Strand
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