nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”— Anna Kamienska, from 1969 (The Notebook, 1965-1972) “Why should I believe there are poems waiting for me which I am not writing? Because I miss them, these shadows

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”—

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nemophilies:“Somewhere unwritten poems wait, like lonely lakes not seen by anyone.”— Anna Kamienska, from 1969 (The Notebook, 1965-1972) “Why should I believe there are poems waiting for me which I am not writing? Because I miss them, these shadows

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