As well as being a place to indulge my love of Hipstamatic and iPhone photos, this is a blog of images and words. Of little vignettes and quiet corners from a place in my head, a place I call The Moth House. Of significant, and also small, happenings there, the wanderings and musings and sad reveries of it's occupants, The Parted Lovers.

Friday

A sunny corner of scented flowers, creeping green.
Each day, when he returned,
late blooming roses filled the evening air with perfume
which greets him like a friendly, melancholy ghost.





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