Gail
Before electric light, the light was probably prettier; none of us can imagine what the light from a many-candled ceiling candelabra does, for example.
I like your poem, and best of all:
"I only want
to be eccentric, batty somewhat daft,
covered by Aunt Leona's mental mist."
What are these bugbears with the fantastic names? Can you describe them? It's always a joy to know about OKN (Other Kids' Nightmares)!
Terese
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