A Book And A Shady Nook

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Oh for a book and a shady nook, either indoors or out, with the green leaves whispering overhead, or the street cries all about, where I may read at all my ease, both of the new and old, for a jolly good book, whereon to look, is better to me than gold. ~ John Wilson

I Wore Lipstick Under My Mask

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My mouth can’t help but curve upward even in hiding.

Hope skips counterpoint to each heartbeat at every encounter.

Crow’s feet crinkle in greeting every chance they get.