Those old loves – neglected, abandoned – they are the bitterest of ghosts. Joy of the living is poison to them. They try to manifest in withered memories, wear the mocking faces of youth. Haunt the sunshine of our best summers as a twist of shadows. – C. Josiffe, 1933 #Ghosts
Those old loves – neglected, abandoned – they are the bitterest of ghosts. Joy of the living is poison to them. They try to manifest in withered memories, wear the mocking faces of youth. Haunt the sunshine of our best summers as a twist of shadows. – C. Josiffe, 1933 #Ghosts
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 9, 2020