lkitross (lkitross) wrote,
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Pen envy

Some time ago I met people that dreamt, breathed and inhaled poetry. They had no trouble to walk in forest and produce endless series of epigrams. Or sit some evening and produce a sonnet. I married one of them, but still feel pen envy, see here by mkitross and here by her mother.
Our visit to Joseph Brodsky burial site reported here. My in-laws knew him.
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