Sunday, December 31
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The year's doors open
like those of language,
toward the unknown.
Last night you told me:
                                tomorrow
we shall have to think up signs,
sketch a landscape, fabricate a plan
on the double page
of day and paper.
Tomorrow, we shall have to invent,
once more,
the reality of this world.
 - Octavio Paz
translated by Elizabeth Bishop
from 656. January First
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  • ". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate,
    a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the horizon of shimmering deserts."
    - Vladimir Nabokov