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Ballad of Lucy Jordan.

"The sphere of beauty was a glass lamp-globe for delirious moths." --Lord Ormont and his Aminta

Sober.

"paint me blurred
like a Monet garden
where imperfections fade
into lilacs and lilies
and autumn leaves never fall"

--Linda Jeannette Ward via @evecastle.bsky.social

Lunatico.