26.

       My books piled up before me for my use
waiting in space where I placed them, they haven’t disappeared, time’s left its remnants and qualities for me to use–my words piled up , my texts, my manuscripts, my loves.

Excerpt from “Transcription of Organ Music” by Allen Ginsberg

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About Amber Donofrio

A recent college grad, writer, contemporary art enthusiast, avid reader, baker, writing tutor, blogger, and aspiring art critic (among other goals).
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One Response to 26.

  1. aimp10 says:

    Beautiful blog! Thanks for the inspiration and the follow.

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