Laura Bogart: Dormancy"A dear friend tells me that no act of love is ever wasted. Nothing undoes the nights we dance in fountains and the mornings we wake with our faces cradled in our lovers’ hands—not even the knowledge that it all ends." http://therumpus.net/2014/05/the-sunday-rumpus-essay-dormancy/?fb_action_ids=10152462024984739&fb_action_types=og.likes&fb_source=aggregation&fb_aggregation_id=288381481237582
"A dear friend tells me that no act of love is ever wasted. Nothing undoes the nights we dance in fountains and the mornings we wake with our faces cradled in our lovers’ hands—not even the knowledge that it all ends." http://therumpus.net/2014/05/the-sunday-rumpus-essay-dormancy/?fb_action_ids=10152462024984739&fb_action_types=og.likes&fb_source=aggregation&fb_aggregation_id=288381481237582
