The agreeable eye

an eudæmonistarchives

More specifically concerning: breakfast

Part the Second

7 March 2003, around 8.56.

Gazing through the frilly lace curtains at the filigree of frost upon the desiccated vines in the xystus, Muriel frowned slightly. Shaking her head, she turned to Rosemund and said, ‘We leave today, as we planned; they said they’d come this afternoon to fetch us. I suppose we should get out the dust-cloths and pack […]

moments of lethargy

4 May 2008, around 7.41.

We move slowly in the fading shadows of the morning, with a lazy, ritual weight of action.

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