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We don’t really do tea in the summer, but the Biscoff cookies were finally devoured this morning as I pulled out the vintage copy of Paradise Lost I picked up in a second hand Midwest book store a few years ago.
What I love about it, aside from it’s beautiful hardbound, Booky smell, are the carefully pencilled annotations of one Ms. Dorothy Sacher. She hails from, as the inscription carefully states opposite the title page, East Stroudsbury, Pa. by way of ‘The King’s College’ New Castle, Del. July 19, 1944.
Needless to say, the history of Milton’s words, the history of this woman, is not lost on me. I’m sure I could easily trace her from the small town in which I purchased this tome, but it is far more mysterious to picture what her life was, what it became, simply by focusing on the date, locations, and considering what her life would have been like at that time.
But of course, we have poetry to consider, and summer afoot, so excuse me while I go to my freewrite 📚🖤
What are you writing today?