"It was one of those Hobart spring nights, cold as charity, snow coming down hard on the mountain, the harbour a lather, sleet slapping and scratching at windows and tin roofs like a wild drunk who's been locked out." The Narrow Road to the Deep North, Richard Flanagan
"As long as night and day never intersected, we were fine." In the Time of the Feast of Flowers, Tina Egnoski
This portion of the blog ended with the Z entry. I've been mulling over what I might do next. This morning, an idea that seems promising came to me. I want to let it simmer a bit. Meanwhile, I'll continue to post over the following several days using the format with which this blog began: a photo I've taken paired with a quote from a text that touches and delights me, titled with a single word I pull from our collective language soup.
To everyone online or in person who has taken the time to let me know this blog touches and delights you, many, many thanks. "She pats more cover-up on her eyelids, feels the oils in the makeup separate." Yvonne in the Eye of Dog, Kathryn Kulpa
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