Sunday, July 10, 2011

marie tovesky

"yes, there would be a dirty way out of life, if one chose to take it. but she did not want to die. she wanted to live and dream - a hundred years, forever! as long as this sweetness welled up in her heart, as long as her breast could hold this treasure of pain! she felt as the pond must feel when it held the moon like that; when it encircled and swelled with that image of gold."
-willa cather, o pioneers!
"the prairie is my garden" by harvey dunn

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