The new series of

MY CHOICE MY DELIGHT

will be posted tomorrow and the updates made 

EVERY FRIDAY

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THE GLIMPSE

She sped through the door

And, following in haste,

And stirred to the core,

I entered hot-faced;

But I could not find her,

No sign was behind her.

"Where is she?" I said:

"Who?" they asked that sat there;

"Not a soul's come in sight."

"A maid with red hair."

"Ah." They paled. "She is dead.

People see her at night,

But you are the first

On whom she has burst

In the keen common light."

It was ages ago,

When I was quite strong:

I have waited since, - O,

I have waited so long!

- Yea, I set me to own

The house, where now lone

I dwell in void rooms

Booming hollow as tombs!

But I never come near her,

Though nightly I hear her.

And my cheek has grown thin

And my hair has grown gray

With this waiting therein;

But she still keeps away!

A quote from a Hardy novel

“So the baby was carried in a small deal box, under an ancient woman's shawl, to the churchyard that night, and buried by lantern-light, at the cost of a shilling and a pint of beer to the sexton, in that shabby corner of God's allotment where He lets the nettles grow, and where all unbaptized infants, notorious drunkards, suicides, and others of the conjecturally damned are laid.” (Tess of the D'Urbervilles)

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