“The poet speaks adequately only when he speaks somewhat wildly…
not with intellect alone, but with intellect inebriated by nectar.”
~ Henry Miller ~
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“She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.” ~ Laini Taylor