Modern Living in Nostalgia

When colloquialisms are too common, invent your own by tempting yourself to the late 1800's

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Cold. Like a whisper
Rain. Like a patter
Fall. Like a drop

Love. Like a note

Fall. Like a dream
Rain. Like a torrent
Cold. Fresh like the rain.

Leila Rousseau: Constant complainer, effervescent explainer, road rager, mostly moody, joke laugher, make believer, neverender, air breather and happy if you allow me. This is the incomplete scrapbook of Leila Rousseau's modernly artistic scrapings. Nothing is clear and nothing is really here. We can't all be inspired, and we can't all be interested. Be humble to knowledge, as it will always be greater and more fierce than ego and explanation. Everything here is my own, but I wonder whose I am. So I could pass on the credit, when I might make someone giggle, a little.

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