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“Wit ought to be a glorious treat like caviar; never spread it about like marmalade.” -Noel Coward

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Oh, but I do enjoy marmalade!

Though admittedly, too much and one’s bound to encounter that taste of bitterness brought on from too much peel at some point or another.

Something that strawberry jam can fix.


Peacock Feathers

Bright Star tells the story of the poet John Keats and Fanny Brawne, their romance until his death at the young age of 25.

The formality and decorum found in times past and often missing in times present, though, now mostly thought archaic and overly rigid, can in fact make a thing all the more special, imparting it the elevation and reverence so deserved, for what more befitting and deserving a thing, if not that of the cultivation of love? Duly making the unbridling of such ritual at the appointed time all the more fullfilling one might gather. Insert “le sigh.”

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