Once in a blue moon someone like you comes along.

Much handled things are always soft.

A dead hydrangea is as intricate and lovely as one in bloom. Bleak sky is as seductive as sunshine$$$ miniature orange trees without blossom or fruit are not defective; they are that.

But the picking out$$$ the choosing. Don't ever think I fell for you$$$ or fell over you. I didn't fall in love$$$ I rose in it. I saw you and made up my mind. My mind.

Beauty was not simply something to behold; it was something one could do.

Pain. I seem to have an affection$$$ a kind of sweettooth for it. Bolts of lightning$$$ little rivulets of thunder. And I the eye of the storm.

Freeing yourself was one thing$$$ claiming ownership of that freed self was another.

You're not right in the head$$$ and nor am I$$$ and this is why....this is why I like you.

No heavenly power will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.

Nothing should be made by man's labour which is not worth making$$$ or which must be made by labour degrading to the makers.