Ullman, Leslie 1998

Wednesday, April 1, 1998


This is what you’ve longed for,
drops tapping the shinges
and the silent flowering of each word
printed on the page before you.

– Leslie Ullman, “Don’t Sleep Yet”

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When the sun peeks through the almost constant coloud cover, especially in early mornings, we are surround by white peaks, whole walls of white that make me feel I’m at a remote northern reach

– Leslie Ullman, “Altitude: Essay”

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