"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."
After Scoured Silk, another spooky story by Marjorie Bowen. The local line had broken down, as it not infrequently did, and the little group of people who had stepped out of the London express, and hurried across the platform to make the connection were left
You don’t read me writing about the masters of architecture much, and those who’ve known me for a while will remember how critical I am of some of their contributions to the built environment, but I’ve always been partial to Piero Portaluppi, possibly because he
Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman (1852–1930) was an American author whose work moves effortlessly between quiet realism and the uncanny. Born in Massachusetts, she became known for her vivid portrayals of New England village life, writing about its customs, tensions, and moral codes with both precision
After Scoured Silk, another spooky story by Marjorie Bowen. The local line had broken down, as it not infrequently did, and the little group of people who had stepped out of the London express, and hurried across the platform to make the connection were left
You don’t read me writing about the masters of architecture much, and those who’ve known me for a while will remember how critical I am of some of their contributions to the built environment, but I’ve always been partial to Piero Portaluppi, possibly because he
Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman (1852–1930) was an American author whose work moves effortlessly between quiet realism and the uncanny. Born in Massachusetts, she became known for her vivid portrayals of New England village life, writing about its customs, tensions, and moral codes with both precision
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MicSottocolle
Posted at 15:08h, 16 AprilCarissima, forse scendo domenica pomeriggio. Cmq ti farò sapere tramite sms a Tato.
La foto è esaustiva da quanto stai male. Povera; il metodo Cotton l’hai riprovato? Ciao MS
sbrect
Posted at 07:32h, 20 Apriloi, come va? si è abbassata la temperatura?
Shelidon
Posted at 16:17h, 22 AprilMah, ora sta sui 38.
Oloreheri
Posted at 18:44h, 22 AprilOh, Shelly! Sorellona mi dispiace…
Con quell’illustrazione mi vien paura °_O
Shelidon
Posted at 18:54h, 22 AprilTranquilla, sorellina, in questo blog siamo avvezzi alle rappresentazioni iperboliche. L’ultima volta che avevo fame ho postato il Divoratore di Mondi.