With pen in the garden

It is already Mid-August, but I do not despair for it has been a lovely summer thus far.

Charles Gleyre's Le Coucher de Sapho

Forget-me-not

Hard won confidence is in the presence of unrequited love subject to questions and demons long believed conquered. Turning the mirror that asset of beauty into no more than a faithless Judas, which shows awful truths by unfeeling light. Then it is seldom noted for one has long sat shivah for the bits that died pursuing a futile end and still that girl, the foolish hopeful one that lives deep in your heart holds dear the idea. That no one but he will do.

All my love,

Simone