Beautiful Margaret, too many of us are shuffled or frog-marched off into a holding facility, fronted by a Potempkin Facade…
Very touching. It reminded me of Pope’s Ode to Solitude somehow, perhaps the love of nature’s company against all solitude.
Margaret, how wonderful to contemplate your beautiful thoughts of passing.
Another fabulous iteration feasting on alliteration!
Beautiful Margaret, too many of us are shuffled or frog-marched off into a holding facility, fronted by a Potempkin Facade…
Very touching. It reminded me of Pope’s Ode to Solitude somehow, perhaps the love of nature’s company against all solitude.
Yes, that dreadful furore that exiled Dante from Florence.