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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539380" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When I Met My Muse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I glanced at her and took my glasses<br>off--they were still singing. They buzzed<br>like a locust on the coffee table and then<br>ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the<br>sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and<br>knew that nails up there took a new grip<br>on whatever they touched. &quot;I am your own<br>way of looking at things,&quot; she said. &quot;When<br>you allow me to live with you, every<br>glance at the world around you will be<br>a sort of salvation.&quot; And I took her hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Stafford">William Stafford</a><div class=q>
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