I don't know any French besides Sortie and Framboise, LOL. But George does. He can translate for me later.
And please do take us up on the cozy guestroom offer. We insist! Did I also mention that it has its very own bathroom? No Strip view though, sorry. LOL
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the well than where the water Gives me back in a shining surface picture My myself in the summer heaven, godlike Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs. Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb, I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture, Through the picture, a something white, uncertain, Something more of the depths—and then I lost it. Water came to rebuke the too clear water. One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom, Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness? Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.
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Funny you should post that. I was thinking about it just the other day. It totally KILLS me, it's so funny!
I don't know any French besides Sortie and Framboise, LOL. But George does. He can translate for me later.
And please do take us up on the cozy guestroom offer. We insist! Did I also mention that it has its very own bathroom? No Strip view though, sorry. LOL
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