Who happens to respond to the name Bob and prefers to bask in this tender afternoon glow when not licking crumbs off the café floor which he faithfully shashays about. A few perks of having proprietary rights at an establishment … Continue reading
For no morsel is too small for catching. Also this face, for looking like he’s never had a nibble from such delicacy here.
“In the hush of that peaceful hour, brought face to face with the silent guardian which keeps faithful account of your wanderings, the touch of a divine fire will quicken the dull brain, and the sluggish heart will become responsive … Continue reading
Give me a few days of peace in your arms–I need it terribly. I’m ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world. -Henry Miller, from a letter to Anais Nin, featured in A Literate Passion. Slipped into a … Continue reading
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