Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“I am a writer. Imagining what someone would say or do comes to me as naturally as breathing.” ― Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking
“She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being serenaded by trees.” ― Lynn Kurland, Spellweaver
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh. Rumi
“Women are mysterious beings in which lie strange delights.” ― Stefan Emunds
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