There is something almost unbearable about being cared for well by a partner, about coming home to find that someone has been thinking of you in your absence, that while you were out in the world, mov
My mother has an eye for beautiful things: the cut of a coat, the plush of a sofa, the brilliance of Turner's Sunrise. She knows too, that beauty is no small thing, understanding that a room, a dress,
We took the boat out and the world forgot to follow us. You revved to full speed, as you often do, and Greece opened beneath us; white wake, blue water, the mainland falling further behind us, until i
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