Tuesday, January 19, 2010

From: "A Mood"

"A blight, a gloom, I know not what, has crept upon my gladness--
Some vague, remote ancestral touch of sorrow, or of madness..."

T.B. Aldrich
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3 comments:

  1. kahJanuary 19, 2010 at 2:03 PM

    Just read some Poe earlier. This fits the mood.

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  2. Joanne R. FritzJanuary 19, 2010 at 9:37 PM

    Sheesh, Marie, are you okay? That's a bit of a bummer. Do you need some inspiration from another blogger?

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  3. Marie DeversJanuary 20, 2010 at 6:20 AM

    Oh, how I love me some Poe.

    Joanne, thanks for the inspiration. When I'm in a mood, a well-turned phrase that perfectly defines it cheers me up. It's all good.

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