Love Story
Cradle the cup, and when you bring it to your lips, this is your first kiss. . [ 1587 ]
Cradle the cup, and when you bring it to your lips, this is your first kiss. . [ 1587 ]
This has been a winter of books, and the kind of simple earthly pleasures that are priceless and free — a winter of clouds and ice and sun, of forest paths and waterfalls, of vanilla pages and chamomile grass and moss — a winter of Blake, Thoreau, and Don Quixote, of diaries and letters, and of all that lasts beyond its past and lights the present tense. And it’s not […]