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In one of her lectures, Mary Ruefle suggests that as a sign of respect we should take a word out of circulation when a writer dies. I suggest two: magical realism.

Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains, surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil.

Le’echappee, LD  (via a-femmefatalist)