"Red-misting" a bit today, and trying not to give the stranger in question rent-free accommodation in my brain.
Here's a possible balm:
I showed this to the Resident Fan Boy, who didn't get the cultural reference:
Be to her, Persephone, All the things I might not be; Take her head upon your knee. She that was so proud and wild, Flippant, arrogant and free, She that had no need of me, Is a little lonely child Lost in Hell, -- Persephone, Take her head upon your knee; Say to her, "My dear, my dear, It is not so dreadful here." - Edna St Vincent Millay
"Red-misting" a bit today, and trying not to give the stranger in question rent-free accommodation in my brain.
Here's a possible balm:
I showed this to the Resident Fan Boy, who didn't get the cultural reference:
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