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“EPITAPH Now I'm not the brightest knife in the drawer, but I know a couple things about this life: poverty silence, impermanence discipline and mystery The world is not illusory, we are From crimson thread to toe tag If you are not disturbed there is something seriously wrong with you, I'm sorry And I know who I am I'll be a voice coming from nowhere, inside-- be glad for me.”

Quote by Franz Wright

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Walking to Martha's Vineyard

This book chronicles an author's personal walk from the mainland to Martha's Vineyard, a journey that explores the natural beauty and cultural heritage of the region. more

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Franz Wright
Franz Wright

Franz Wright was an American poet known for his unique poetic style and profound emotional expression. His work often explores the connection between personal experience and the vast themes of the universe, earning him acclaim from readers and critics alike. more

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