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Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing. Fame is a bee. (1788) by Emily Dickinson : The Poetry Foundation
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She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank and had midnight swims. Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things (via thelostdeer)