Poetry: The Old Arm-Chair by Eliza Cook
I love it, I love it; and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?
I’ve treasured it long as a sainted prize,
I’ve bedew’d it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs;
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Lyrical: Things Happen by Dawes
Things happen/That’s all they ever do

Art: Zeruah H. Guernsey Caswell’s Embroidered Carpet

Quote: “I love sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?” – Ernest Hemingway

Recipe: Peanut Maple Fudge Bars

Anywhere But Here: Statue of Freak Antoni, Bologna, Italy