November 19, 2012: Why was it there?
November 18, 2012: He might have been a good father.
November 16, 2012: I tried to hide it.
“They come in airy flotillas / on each stem, little flower- / blimps, propellers / of petals at their back ends, / which makes me aware of how heavy with history / we are, and how alone, thus forgivably / prone to personification / of the gods.” – Fleda Brown, from the poem “Bladder Campion”
→ Thanks to Anne-Marie Oomen for sharing this sentence with me. Send beautiful sentences and their sources to templeofair -at- gmail.com. Thanks for reading! -PMc←