"I feel my boots trying to leave the ground, I feel my heart pumping hard. I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings." (Starlings in Winter, Mary Oliver)

The sideblog of a bibliophile with an irrepressible fondness for pretty things.
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