“She had known
happiness, exquisite happiness, intense happiness, and it silvered the rough
waves a little more brightly, as daylight faded, and the blue went out of the
sea and it rolled in waves of pure lemon which curved and swelled and broke
upon the beach and the ecstasy burst in her eyes and waves of pure delight
raced over the floor of her mind and she felt, It is enough! It is enough!”
(Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse)
image: Henri
Lebasque, Girls on the Terrace at Sainte Maxime,
Seven Arts Friends
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OH! dear friend
ReplyDeleteand here you are all these many years later . . .
still going forth bravely. onward!
happy belated birthday sharer of light!
xo
Thank you, dear Tammy J; I'm glad you've come to the party. (And don't mind that it's a quiet one!)
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