Aesthetes,
I’m a bit under the weather, so I’m late posting today’s reading. My apologies. Today, a poem about the fragility of life that recalls Maggie Smith’s Good Bones, which we read back in 2020: “Life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who would break you, though I keep this from my children.”
Tomorrow we’ll be back to some fiction, so be prepared to set some time aside.
Enjoy.
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The metaphors in this poem!
Hope you feel better soon