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It’s not every day that the world arranges itself into a poem. — Wallace Stevens (Yes, it is. — Me)

my american sentences

(a book that won’t sell)

A Womb of One’s Own: Leading the Independent Embryonic Life.

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6 Responses

  1. Rocas says:

    “The human brain starts working the moment you are born and never stops until you stand up to speak in public” ~George Jessel

  2. Kimberley says:

    I love the reach of your imagination.

  3. Ceridwen says:

    Roca ~ which is precisely why I don’t want to read in December. *smiles*

  4. Catherine says:

    I love this sentence

  5. chiefbiscuit says:

    Great sentence – kind of a pun and yet … more than that.

  6. Ceridwen says:

    We just seem so set on focusing on independence in this country, not interdependence. It’s all so me me me: so why not start by marketing the me thing in the womb?

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