i cannot recall the last time i derived such pleasure from sensory input as of recent. hearing. Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre narrated by Josephine Bailey. the name fell into my lap somewhere, and it stayed with me for a while. i was not aware of her bibliography or biography.
tragic life her and her sisters lived--mine pales in comparison. i do not take solace in this fact. i cannot comprehend how a woman can endure such pain and create such splendor, yet i have always known there is beauty in darkness.
i am grateful to her for giving comfort, meaning, for i thirst for more as the day wanes languidly...
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