having wandered off from the festivities without so much as a by-your-leave, for hers was an elegant melancholy that found such revelry abrasive, she made her way to the sun room revealing night sky.
she had returned to the solstice tree with its decorations as sparse as the hillside in the coming season, and, while the party raged on high spirits, celebrated with a solitary jubilation.
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Oh wow! Awesome! 😀
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Thanks:)
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Beautiful, thought-provoking and so stylish.
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Wonderful picture of the solstice tree. The story line piques my imagination.
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Nicely done in few words. “Elegant melancholy”–it makes me think of the the Danish prince, or the “tuberculosis chic” of the 19th century (which fits the illustration).
Of course, I’d like to know more. 🙂
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Lovely – “solitary jubilation” rings like a bell.
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I love that phrase “elegant melancholy”; it conjures such rich images. This image is a perfect accompaniment.
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A quick pop-up because you are missed.
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Hey Doug- hope you are well- miss your posts and presence on WP 🙂
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Wonderful work!
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