Among the Mirtles, as I walkt, Love and my sighs thus intertalkt: Tell me, said I, in deep distreffe, Where I may find my Shepardesse. – Robert Herrick, 'Mrs. Eliz. Wheeler'
These tree trunks bear a striking resemblance to the overgrowth on a postcard from 1910 behind the Castle of Auvers-sur-Oise toward the end of the afternoon There are messages in the flowers talking about steganography
Come to me at your earliest: as far as I’m concerned unlust = pain (repeat paste)
Patience out of the ground sundry leaves crumpled or folded together effectual for inward and outward diseases pains and swellings of the head burstings and broken parts obstructions and griefs
Learn my lines, try to blend in use my signalling device wisely you know as well as I the nouveau roman never ended
I submit my claim to the High Court of Love the Chancellery of Love the Court of the Auditors of Love
the Court of the Women of the Council of Love the Court of the Privileges of Love the Court of Beauty the Court of Flowers and Gardens the Court of Waters Forests and Wild Love the Court of Joy the Court of Mourning
