Of childhood and magic
First Fig
It will not last the night;
But, ah, my foes, and oh, my friends,
It gives a lovely light.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Millay, Edna Saint Vincent (1892-1950)
Poet and playwright Edna Saint Vincent Millay expressed her bisexuality in both her life and her work.
"Once upon a time, childhood was made of magic..."
-Tessa Dahl, in a letter to her dead father Roald, bemoans a world where nothing is left to the imagination.
I awoke one morning to see my name written across our lawn. As I gazed in awe of the unbelievable, you told me the fairies had done it in the night (much later I discovered it was you who had sprayed your treasured grass with weed killer). But you did not overprotect me. If the local fire station alarm sounded, we would follow the fire engine to its destination. Real-life drama was interlaced with phantasmal scenarios. We were taught to understand and therefore to empathise by thinking what it could or would be like to be them.
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