At the sally port

At the sally port, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2.

“All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.”
~ William Shakespeare

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Lightly

Lightly, originally uploaded by M’sheArt2❤.

“The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house.

You’d never know it was here.

Or any of the other places down the avenue.

I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t

meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal.

Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself.

Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land.

The fog and the sea seemed part of each other.

It was like walking on the bottom of the sea.

As if I had drowned long ago.

As if I was the ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea.

It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost.”

― Eugene O’Neill

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A Valentine

I’ve always loved making hearts, from as long as I can recall. Mom was never thrilled to find hearts drawn on my jeans, or bubble gum blown into a bubble and stored in the butter compartment in the fridge, that trick I’ve lost, hearts never.