“It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by.
How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the
moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood
is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores
over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. “
Vita Sackville-West
Yesterday I saw a magpie flying by with a stick. Yet again the renos continue.
Yesterday I saw a magpie flying by with a stick. Yet again the renos continue.
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