Wisteria (poem)
at first golden-green fringe
trembling in the errant breeze
Afternon light in early spring
hazy, golden, limning leaf-edges
and setting blossoms aglow
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I am a dilettante. I know quite a bit about a lot of things, but I don't know enough to be an expert on anything. I have a very sensual, hedonistic nature, but I am also a thinker, and I aim one day to be worthy of the label 'bluestocking', despite its pejorative connotations.
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