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Moose: Memories of College in Manhattan: Part 2

Posted by Kerri Anne in and i quote on Apr 10th, 2008 | no responses

Itâ€™s a blustery Friday night.Â A friend and IÂ listen to Garrison Keillor on NPR asÂ she teaches me how toÂ fry zucchini. We look out into the blowing snow and pop hot green circles in our mouths. For the first time in months, I donâ€™t feel lonely.

-Moose, MooseInTheKitchen.com

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English nerdery

So I’ve built a wooden heart, inside this iron ship, to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts. Don’t let these waves wash away your hopes, no. This war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors. Pulling fist-fulls of rotten wood from my heart, oh I still believe in saviors. Because we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores, so come on and let’s wash each other, with tears of joy and tears of grief and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach.

-Listener, from Wooden Heart