Shadow puppets…

‘I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.’ – Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar The orange glow of the sunset was pouring through the big window, projecting a bright square onto the wall above them. A supposedly quick post-lunch fuck had become a long and lazy afternoon nap, and now twilight […]

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Sinful Sunday: Shadow…

‘I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.’ – From Sonnet XVII, Pablo Neruda   Press the lips below to see what else […]

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