The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched. HD Thoreau, Walden
Showing posts with label Dear Miss Moreau. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dear Miss Moreau. Show all posts
Sunday, January 6, 2019
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Monday, January 2, 2017
Monday, May 9, 2016
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Monday, February 29, 2016
Jealousy
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster,
which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
-Shakespeare, Othello
It is the green-ey'd monster,
which doth mock the meat it feeds on.
-Shakespeare, Othello
Monday, February 22, 2016
Monday, February 15, 2016
Backdraft
I took a deep breath
and listened to the old brag of my heart.
I am, I am, I am.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Monday, April 14, 2014
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