Once I stood naked in a garden eating pancakes smeared with apricot jam.
It was like being born—the space between two notes of a struck bell…
Love, if you're real, make me the earth's again. Lie down with me on the grass.
—Jenny George, from “Mythology”
It was like being born—the space between two notes of a struck bell…
Love, if you're real, make me the earth's again. Lie down with me on the grass.
—Jenny George, from “Mythology”
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A daily happiness.