― Maggie Stiefvater, Lament: The Faerie Queen’s Deception
Short pleasure, long lament.
Still she rises an hour before work
to walk the river path, arms stretched out
awkwardly like swan wings to work the fat.
It must be nice, I say, to be pretty;
some desires you never grow out of.
foto – path through the ferns at the beachshack
the old proverbial recovery through ancient eyes