"Fiction is the purest art. Commercial fiction is the butter, the darkest chocolate, and the finest malt. That's why we are so addicted to it."--Angie Brooksby-Arcangioli
Beautiful..., in a strange way. An epitaph on a wheelbarrow? I'm intrigued.
This is amazing, and I will carry it through my day. Thank you!
Thank you. I pinned this.
Now I want to make a tableau of cold sweet plums (but their significance is that they don't exist any more).
So beautiful. A lovely springtime image now that the snow is (finally) vanishing.Thanks, Janet.
Dumbass award for the day...goes to...me! For some reason I came back to this and realize (now) it's a poem and the name/date are the poet and when he lived. And all here were kind enough NOT to point out my faux pas. (slinks away, face red as wheelbarrow)
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