I spent this February half in reality, and half daydreaming of spring which, I feel, will never come. Snow will never melt, I will never see flowers bloom and apple trees blossom, and my heart will wither like the dried flowers I am keeping as a decoration from last summer. There is magic in snowflakes, but not much in cold weather so I can’t be happier that March is knocking on the door. I have daydreamed of flower fields, birch trees in summer dawns looking ever so gentle, white gowns in Impressionist paintings, daisies opening their little heads in the morning, blushing when greeted by the tall dandelions. I reread Natsume Soseki’s Tree-Cornered World which helped me appreciate even the beauty of winter, and Bruges-la-Morte by Georges Rodenbach which was short but very macabre and amazing! My biggest artistic infatuation were The Cure’s albums Disintegration and Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me.
“See my lonely life unfold
I see it everyday.”
(Alice Cooper, Ballad of Dwight Fry)
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Byron's Muse 
Today we were listening to Marrianne Faithful “Incaceration of a Flower Child” – thought of you In the er “Danger Zone” I should not like either of those songs-overblown, ponderous- but I can’t help it, I like both of them.
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Nice to know Marianne Faithfull’s song made you think of me! Cheers.
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