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| Photo credit: Geert from morguefile.com |
It's nice here on the shady side of the street.
Our small, outdoor table
Faces a building
Golden with late afternoon sunlight
Under a cloudless summer sky.
Together with daily horrors,
Life doles out these small pleasures:
A platter of raw oysters on ice,
A ripe lemon sliced in half,
And a glass of chilled white wine.
If the couple holding hands at the next table
Are now in a hurry to leave,
Let them go ahead.
We'll linger over another bottle
And then go looking for a bed ourselves.
~ Charles Simic
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Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it.
~ Søren Kierkegaard
~ Søren Kierkegaard
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