In this short story by Roger Pulvers, new and distant horizons open up to put a spring in your step as summer approaches. Illustrations by Alice Pulvers
There are no portraits or self-portraits of Vermeer
Our loves, as we age, are arbitrary and inexplicably tender, and this is particularly true for those who find themselves old before their time and detached from the lives of the people around them.
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