When the "you" in the opening transitions to "one" then "I."
"Less of a good play, though in some ways a nicer place to live. Better weather. Unfortunately, we’re running out of time." Better weather is fun. Running out of time is ominous.
Mount Responsibility.
Transcending irrationality as "majestic." A word choice that transcends its own irrationality.
Oh no, divorce. :-( Oh no! A spondee. :-)
Bruise = sickly sweet.
And all the closely-examined feelings and literary analysis and stuff.
Thou hides the lost love’s letter! Perhaps paid subscribers can be exposed to its ardent declarations?
As ever you writing takes us into your beautiful mind & American world. Thank you & glad to find your substack.
Nice moments:
When the "you" in the opening transitions to "one" then "I."
"Less of a good play, though in some ways a nicer place to live. Better weather. Unfortunately, we’re running out of time." Better weather is fun. Running out of time is ominous.
Mount Responsibility.
Transcending irrationality as "majestic." A word choice that transcends its own irrationality.
Oh no, divorce. :-( Oh no! A spondee. :-)
Bruise = sickly sweet.
And all the closely-examined feelings and literary analysis and stuff.
Thanks for sharing.
xDL