love after love

for years a friend and I would e-mail this derek walcott poem back and forth to each other as needed. the approach of valentine’s day (or, more accurately, international quirkyalone day) made me dig it up again. xo

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writer/teacher/lover of milkshakes. queer social countess. rock camp for girls enthusiast. brooklynite + bicyclist.

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