Oh, threats of hell and hopes of paradise!
One thing at least is certain -- this life flies;
One thing is certain, and the rest is lies;
The flower that once has blown forever dies.
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
One of those days: You get up early and have this little fantasy that you might get four or five things done before 8 a.m., but it turns out to be only one or two! Then the next thing you know, it's midnight! How does that happen?
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You can find more irises on my current post:
"When the Iris Blows Blue"
on the
The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker
A fortnightly [every 14th & 28th]
literary blog of connection & coincidence; custom & ceremony
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