This Is Unfair. It’s Always, “hi, How Are You?” And Never, “you Have Bewitched Me, Body And Soul,

'The Picture of Dorian Gray' by Oscar Wilde (published in 1890)

But a Book is only the Heart's Portrait- every Page a Pulse.

Emily Dickinson

Mahmoud Darwish, from Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems; “The Hoopoe,”

When Donna Tartt said Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not, and M. L. Rio said How tremendous the agony of unmade decisions.

“A winter sky, a soft warmish December sky whose tender ash grey makes of the rose with its rotting shades a transparent flower of amber.”

— Jean Lorrain, from Selected Poems; “Dropping Petals,”  written c. 1889

Details: The Angel appears to Hagar and Ishmael, 1640, by Gioacchino Assereto (Italian, 1600-1649)

The Never Was # 5. Another little burst of words that was on its way to somethin, but never got there. Turned out to be somethin anyway. (at Helena, Montana) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIrPLj5lDWw/?igshid=cl1vaps73rb9

Strolling aimlessly in a bookshop is self care

Nature knows how to give small and big emotions.