It's true - being 'yourself' is a sure way to get stuffed into your locker.  But it's okay, 'cause inside, you're singing a happy song.
    
    2003-01-22
  
  
  
   Rachel
   
  
    
        
  
  
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'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; 
'They called me the hyacinth girl.' 
 
Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, 
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not 
  
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither 
  
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 
Looking into the heart of light, the silence. 
  
Od' und leer das Meer. 
-- T.S. Eliot 
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