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a lament: to beg for a season’s end

a bath, a book, a glass of wine. a fine end to a mostly long day.
the book? elizabeth smart’s By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept. poetric prose. love tryst. “homewrecking”, said moralistic critics of the time. swirling romance, says i. fitting for a tub.1940s classic lost for a couple of decades, then [...]

between the sheets

i got some laundry done today, including my favourite sheets, the 250-thread count egyptian cotton ones. naturally, the bed is now immaculately dressed.
the heat wave is breaking briefly, just for tonight. it’s fallen several degrees and a breeze has been conjured for the first time in about a week, with today being the most insufferable [...]