Monday, June 20, 2022

"Is there anything you aren't into?" "Mermaids," said Magnus into his fingers. "They always smell like seaweed." ― Cassandra Clare,

 In our methodical American life, we still recognize some magic in summer. Most persons at least resign themselves to being decently happy in June. They accept June. They compliment its weather. They complain of the earlier months as cold, and so spend them in the city; and they complain of the later months as hot, and so refrigerate themselves on some barren sea-coast. God offers us yearly a necklace of twelve pearls; most men choose the fairest, label it June, and cast the rest away. ~Thomas Wentworth Higginson











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