March 23

March 23, 2025

Have not seen her since that night. Unwell? Sits at the fire perhaps with mamma’s shawl on her shoulders. But not peevish. A nice bowl of gruel? Won’t you now?

James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

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James Baldwin

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