And then the perfume rose from my neck and scarf, and wound itself around me. Beautiful and seductive. Comforting and reassuring. Bewitching. Utterly transfiguring.
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better. (Samuel Beckett)
And then the perfume rose from my neck and scarf, and wound itself around me. Beautiful and seductive. Comforting and reassuring. Bewitching. Utterly transfiguring.