In Search of Lost Time

When I write the same essay comments over and over and over and over again

—Marie Antoinette (2006)

There’s a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn’t that kind of the point?

arise, my love, my fair one, and come away
for lo, the winter is past
the rain is over and gone

the time of singing has come
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in our land

let me see your face
let me hear your voice
for your voice is sweet
and your face is comely

I teach WHAP so good luck to everyone who took it today!