“Death stands there, a bluish concoction
in a saucerless cup.
Curious place for a cup:
it stands on the back of a hand. You recognise,
only too well, the spot where the handle broke off
on its glassy curve. Dusty. And ‘Hope’
in exhausted letters on its side.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters 1910-1926
(Ceramic cup by Clare Conrad)
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I SO want that pot. It’s gorgeous.
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I know, isn’t it divine!!!! Not mine though!
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This is such a beautifully penned piece.
Enigma
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I think so too!
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Thank you Enigma, you are very kind
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🙂
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Intriguing!
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