Song by Allen Ginsberg The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction  the weight, the weight we carry is love.  Who can deny? In dreams it touches the body, in thought constructs a miracle, in imagination anguishes till born in human– looks out of the heart burning with purity– for the burden of life is love,  but we carry the weight wearily, and so must rest in the arms of …

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I’ve been trying to be really busy trying not to think too much and I got to the point I am actually all caught up with the laundry (and the ironing!)… and don’t think that’s ever happened before so yesterday I was almost bored and felt quite bereft at the sight of silent washing machine. …

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