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| "Just think of lovely things, and your heart will fly on wings" |
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Good advice.
ReplyDeleteAfter I run my errands today and see Mr. AOW off to the VFW with his friend Steve, I'm going to settle in with a good book (either audio or hard copy).
Have a great Sunday, FT.
Yes indeed...
ReplyDeleteThanks, you two, but it's sadly obvious that the vast majority of our blogging cohorts are not the least bit interested in "lovely things."
ReplyDeleteInstead they have become addicted to the perpetual expression of rage and scorn.
Pitiful!
Maugham said it very well, FT. "After a while beauty gets to be rather a bore," he said. Must be the case, since every time someone tries to show an example it receives scant attention. Humanity is longing for a return to the Colosseum, fear.
ReplyDelete-------------> Katharine Heartburn
ReplyDeleteOne Day
By Robert Creeley
One day after another—
Perfect.
They all fit.
She sat on the toilet
ReplyDeleteSniffing her armpits --
First one, then the other --
The rank odor reassured her.
She knew she was still alive.
~ Lance Dungcaster