Gained

What follows may undermine the pain of loss, of panghihinayang I suffered after seeing termites devour the spines and edges of my treasured books.

I say treasured, but in truth I didn't treat them as such. Those books were gone even before the pests reached them because (it hurts to say this) I abandoned poetry.


Two days later, when I accepted that some things are filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster, this happened:


Knowing very well that trolls, bots, and fake identities are everywhere online, I double-checked if it was indeed Alice Fulton. My research showed it was her. So I followed, and in the same day:


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Dammit I misspelled Louise. Apologies.

Most checked out

Notes on 'Arsenic and old lace' and the insane

Kindness

Beneath the covers: Notes on 'A comedy of tenors'

Two books

Word. A silence charged with sweetness*

An erring lace

Dolphin love and limits

Woman Worldwide indeed

The Pilot's Relief on Landing is No Release

To always dress well