Cosimo Galluzzi
Claire Keane

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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London, England, UK, Europe
“Autumn approaches and the heart begins to dream–”
— Bashō, from The Sound of Water: Haiku by Bashō, Buson, Issa, and Other Poets (trans. Sam Hamill with illustrations by Kaji Aso)
Chicago Suburb, July 1957. Photographed by Vivian Maier.
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By greyladygirl
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
Garden shed looking like a confusingly small, but perfectly charming, little house in New Hamburg, Ontario. Photo by Jessie B Gussack
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I want a home mostly just to welcome people into it. There will be bowls of candy for guests, and the cookie jar is full. I’ll always say “I was just about to make a coffee/tea/cocoa, would you like one?” when somebody walks in. There’s lemonade and iced tea made fresh on hot days. Once it hits That Hour and they start saying they really should be going, I’ll remind them that the futon is always open, and I’m making cinnamon rolls tomorrow. There’s champagne and sparkling juice hidden on a high shelf just in case somebody announces their engagement or their pregnancy or their new job while they’re here. There is an extra chair in the living room, at the table, and on the deck, and it’s for you. I want to be able to say “if you’re ever in trouble, come to me.”
“I used books the way some people use alcohol, to obliterate the noise of the outside world.”
— Graham Joyce