…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importa — Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
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…it was not whim or wildness which made me go, but a sudden clear realization that tho you were the first man of importance to me, you could not be the last. — Gwendolyn MacEwen to Milton Acorn, 1963 (age 21)

— Jeanette Lynes, Where the Nights Are Twice as Long: Love Letters of Canadian Poets
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