A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Location: Springfield, Massachusetts, United States

Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Diary February 17, 1960: Another Poem Is Forming!

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Dear Diary--
Ah, and another poem is forming! Perhaps if it is a successful one, I will stick it in here for further notice.
In cooking, Bette cut her finger. Perhaps stitches!
I have decided to further decide my career as some form of dietician. I know nothing about it, but I could learn, and, if interesting, could start.
I tried making a ROSY APPLE COMPOTE, which was so good in cooking, but the apples were too soft, and it ended up like applesauce.
And my homework not all done, either!

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