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“Hungry for beautiful words, the fox comes rooting around in the hedge, almost too close to the fire. He reads my mind with one glance and is gone.

All my poetry is now trotting around the bushes inside him, maybe some day to be partly eaten or left to rot. He understands being alive for as long as he can be, and does not worry about why, or what might happen afterwards.”
― Jay Woodman

“Just because I'm hungry doesn't mean I'm going to fall in love with a hamburger.”
― Ruth Harris, Decades