Jessica Bibbee

20091206

In aphorism, poetry, proverb on 20091206 at 17:16

A cake in the oven follows its own time.

We may best understand who we are, simply by knowing who we are not.

《the rose》
The rose from a stranger distant is forgotten.
The rose from a lover near is held dear.
The rose from an admirer unnamed is held forever.

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