'She's talking to that mirror again, farther?' says Misst Craddock. Father Cradock turns round slowly from the book he is eating and explains that it is just a face she is going through and they're all the same at that age.
Oh, that is really rather awesome. Thanks for posting the link. Suitably enough, it's April and I'm going to pay my homage to the gods of poetry by reading Maggie Nelson's 'Bluets.' It's prose-poetry, incidentally, but who's keeping track?Anyhow, I mention that solely for the blue connection. ;)
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