"Grace: you work and you work and you work at something that then happens of its own accord."
from Seeing is Forgetting the Name of the Thing One Sees
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"If our auditory imaginations were sufficiently tuned to plumb and sound a vowel, to unite the most primitive and civilized associations, the word 'undine' would probably suffice as a poem in itself." Seamus Heaney
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