I dug in the quiet earth and wrought the tomb and made these lines to memorize their doom:—
Equilibrists lie here; stranger, tread light;
close, but untouching in each other's sight;
mouldered the lips arid ashy the tall skull.
Let them lie perilous and beautiful.
june july august // it has been found again. what? – eternity. it is the sea mingled with the sun. i am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
I’m grateful to my red hair now. And I doubt I’d have been offered half the roles I’ve played without it. It helps you stand out in the crowd in ways that used to make me cry when I was the only ‘ginger’ in a 40-mile radius at school. Now I’ve reached an age where I know it’s OK to be different. Vive la différence, in fact.