TravelersThe southbound bus from New York to New Orleans picked up a tall, pale man, dressed all in black, at the Fredericksburg stop at 6:16 pm. Spring was beginning to creep into the March air, but the pre-daylight savings East Coast began its descent into dusk by six o’clock each day. It was nearly dark by the time the tall man boarded the bus.Travelers
There was only one seat left free this late in the trip – next to a youngish looking girl in jeans and a Richmond Jazz Festival t-shirt older than she was. The girl sat with her head leaned against the window, headphones coving her ears. Her eyes were closed and her legs curled under
The Doe WifeThe sole means of transportation to the island was by boat – a small coracle with two oars and barely room for one man. The Hunter had only the clothes on his back, a quiver of finely made arrows, and his old, strong, longbow; carved in the far past by his ancestors. He rowed himself through the late-night fog quietly and steadily, making hardly a ripple in the glassy water. Finally, he arrived at a small harbor, tucked away in the reeds surrounding the island.The Doe Wife
It was nothing more, really, than a decrepit dock, with a few pilings to tie up boats. It was deserted – no other boats bobbed in the marshy water, though the
Beata BeatrixLi occhi dolenti per pietà The grieving eyes in pityBeata Beatrix
She hadn’t looked like Ophelia when she died. Millais’s painting of her, floating delicately down a stream, wreathed in flowers, with an elegiac expression – that was not what death looked like. Ophelia died beautifully, gracefully, epically; Elizabeth, Lizzy, dear Liz – she did not. Opium, a cruel master, had stolen her away; leaving nothing behind but a cold shell.
But then, Liz had never been very much like Ophelia, Dante mused. He took a languorous drink from a long stemmed glass, which he rolled between his fingers. No; Elizab
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Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.
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Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.
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