He flew off west, and after the setting sun made his shadow unintelligible, we never saw him again
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- Erica Pru
- I'm Erica~ I live by the sea and in blackberry thickets and I take my coffee black and with lemon cake.
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Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay.
The vintage feel of those photos paired with that quote makes for a twinge of melancholy.
ReplyDeleteBoth the quote and the photograph are so lovely. There's a softness about the photographs that I adore.
ReplyDeletelovely collection of vintage like photographs!
ReplyDeletev. happy to have discovered your blog.
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