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From the archive - all I’ve felt is exhaustion

Thomas Hoepker. Cinema in the outskirts of Naples, Italy, 1956

As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away — Too imperceptible at last, To seem like Perfidy — A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon — The Dusk drew earlier in — The Morning foreign shone — A courteous, yet harrowing Grace, As Guest, that would be gone — And thus, without a Wing Or service of a Keel Our Summer made her light escape Into the Beautiful.

A swan, as you have never seen photographed before by Gerald Robinson

Mirror Fence by Alyson Shotz

Wood carved bear bookends, 2025

janeane garofalo, 2001.

cats in dollhouses