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I should sleep soon, tomorrow is an early day. I want to make something clear, though. This place, my sanctified situation, means very little to me at all, if anything, if I cannot share it.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl,
It’s morning time—early—and the plants are yawning, saying: Is she back…Is she back yet.
And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.
C. S. Lewis

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Sitzender männlicher Akt. Egon Schiele, 1910

This was the first painting I saw when I entered the gallery showing the Leopold Collection of his works at the MoMA in 1997. I had never seen anything so stunning.

Sitzender männlicher Akt. Egon Schiele, 1910

This was the first painting I saw when I entered the gallery showing the Leopold Collection of his works at the MoMA in 1997. I had never seen anything so stunning.

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My Sweet Sumner,

I am very sorry that I had to go, it was simply my time. You were always the stronger of us. I could never had held the tiller for you as you did for me in such dark and ravaging seas. In my days of passage you were, as I knew you would be, perfect.

I have left the stage but I will never leave you. I am in a thousand places that will always be ours. Look for me in the sunsets, the ones that marry the light of a yawning day to the bright pink billowed clouds of a western sky. These are my sunsets not yours. Live my sweet Sumner, live with every ounce of love that you still have to give. Do not question this hunger that still rides within your warm and pounding heart.

If you get lonely just look for me. I am there in the sunset, listen closely and I will whisper my blessing.

Forever Your Valentine,
Emmie

via Letters of Note.

My Sweet Sumner,

I am very sorry that I had to go, it was simply my time. You were always the stronger of us. I could never had held the tiller for you as you did for me in such dark and ravaging seas. In my days of passage you were, as I knew you would be, perfect.

I have left the stage but I will never leave you. I am in a thousand places that will always be ours. Look for me in the sunsets, the ones that marry the light of a yawning day to the bright pink billowed clouds of a western sky. These are my sunsets not yours. Live my sweet Sumner, live with every ounce of love that you still have to give. Do not question this hunger that still rides within your warm and pounding heart.

If you get lonely just look for me. I am there in the sunset, listen closely and I will whisper my blessing.

Forever Your Valentine,
Emmie

via Letters of Note.

House envy, Nantucket.

House envy, Nantucket.

Sunset from the Nantucket ferry.

Sunset from the Nantucket ferry.

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