The way those rays alighted on the water droplets of that wild, untamed shrub below it almost set my soul on fire. (Click to enlarge, and see what I saw.)
"Yes, the way I feel about being a woman in the South is the way I feel about the oleander that blooms in June: though it's said that the sap, even brushed against one's skin, is toxic, I carelessly break the branches, stick the ravishing flowers into my hair..."-- Rosemary Daniell
What I'm Reading Now...
Savage Beauty, The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay
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