Romilly MacAran Vive les angles aigus, vive les coins sombre
a hint of it, at least, a tentative glimmer. It’s something I’d lost, but I only realized its absence by virtue of its return. Something precious and rare, not quantifiable, but of immense value. Those of U/us who have felt it will know it in an instant, beyond words. Those who have not, I wish it for you, someday. Every day.