Wandering stars, for whom it
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever...
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I received my thesis readers' reports Wednesday. They made me cry. They were both so overwhelmingly generous--and specific! It was like being handed two positive reviews years before I've even written a book. I was genuinely touched, even if I can't quite believe it all.
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Working on my Statement of Purpose, which is actually not that tough. Poetry's a better excuse for who I am and how I've lived than most others.
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Oh, I miss the life--but only sometimes. The rest is...what, confusion(?)
