When the sunset is blazing full blast, i do think it is a Moral Duty to go look at it for a few moments
of blazingness. i hate, of course, leaving a bowl of hot soup or friends or the freshly cut bread, but think it imperative not ever to waste any such spectacle.
It's like sitting in the middle of the field in the morning, for coffee and toast if we are lucky, with figure et violette preserves (ah, the violette is another fig, ok, but still it sounds grand) and some lavender honey
and the little white snails crawl up the stalks of the flowers
and we are wearing our sun hats
and I have never known any happiness quite like that
of blazingness. i hate, of course, leaving a bowl of hot soup or friends or the freshly cut bread, but think it imperative not ever to waste any such spectacle.
It's like sitting in the middle of the field in the morning, for coffee and toast if we are lucky, with figure et violette preserves (ah, the violette is another fig, ok, but still it sounds grand) and some lavender honey
and the little white snails crawl up the stalks of the flowers
and we are wearing our sun hats
and I have never known any happiness quite like that
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