http://bossanovadays.blog.friendster.com/2007/07/he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not/ A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren't enough;as if mourners and gossips andvegetables were never enough.She thinks she can warn the stars. A writer is essentially a spy. Dear love, I am that girl. --from THE BLACK ART by Anne Sexton Sun, 20 Dec 2009 10:55:10 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.2