Then I wonder why on earth would anyone ever stand in the world as if standing in the cornucopic middle of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon but inside a tiny white-painted shell rectangle about the size of a single car park, refusing to come out of it, and all round her or him the whole world, beautiful, various, waiting?
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Girl Meets Boy by Ali Smith
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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance”
— e.e. cummings