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◇ welcome, reader ◇

Pull up a chair. The fire is warm and the library is endless.

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Today's Recommendation

Bluets

by Maggie Nelson (2009)

◆ essay

A book-length essay on the color blue, grief, desire, and the limits of language to capture experience.

"Suppose I were to begin by saying that I had fallen in love with a color."

I cannot remember the books I've read any more than the meals I have eaten; even so, they have made me. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

📖 Build piles of unread books. They're promises to yourself.

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