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why hurricanes are named after people

4:55 PM / BY agnes obel
fear was quiet, she kept to herself.  she was the type of girl people read books about.  fear wore a cross necklace every day but she didn't believe in god.  fear always wore socks,  because she never knew when her feet might get cold. she wore 3 rings  but she would never put them on her middle finger. and she never let her feet...

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a letter to myself.

6:54 PM / BY agnes obel
days are going by faster now, the nights are longer, the morning breeze is colder. the wind blows on my newly showered ears, sticking to my worn out, homework drained hands. and i want you to think. think about how the world is crumbling around you, one building at a time. think about how guns ring in distant lands, and how people are...

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heterodox domain

5:42 PM / BY agnes obel
new words in old styles tracked on a canvas of brick scribbled by artists  who failed at art school. a presentation of names  written incredibly wrong, plain to the system that failed. we pause at a piece  written in beautiful paint dotted so carefully white streaked on black, black streaked on white. we might even pause  long enough to take a picture of the...

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if you could see me now

10:55 PM / BY agnes obel
you roll out of bed eyes too swollen to see but your mother is cooking you breakfast, trying to ease the pain.  your dad pulls you in for a hug and kisses your head but the only thing on your mind is the goodbye. the can't walk, can't talk, can't stand up, can't breathe goodbye.  nobody will protect you from your suffering. you...

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silence

5:36 PM / BY agnes obel
i want to write a novel. a novel about silence. about the things people don't say.  i want to write a novel about your thoughts. about my thoughts. about the courage i never had, and about the love that never left. ...

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words

5:35 PM / BY agnes obel
mother don't worry, i've got some money i saved for the weekend mother forgive me, i sold your car for the shoes that i gave you mother don't worry, i've got a coat and some friends on the corner so may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten sons are like birds, flying upwards over the mountain -iron and wine  tell...

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