I will never take for granted how fluid and enrolling good literature is. Words so exquisite and tenacious… like tenacious and exquisite. They capture all of me when I read them. I’m sure I found the murder in me listening to E.A. Poe’s Tell Tale Heart this morning. “And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of senses?” Good old Poe, making me feel like I am not the only one stricken with “madness” at times. I heart books.
So I drew a Raven.
Love, Mimi
43/365 • good literature and my madness #365daysofgratitude
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
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