Ermine simply couldn't write her novel. She was too worried about everything. Instead, she made some vervain tea in her lovely silver teapot and reclined with Proust for a couple of hours: the French windows opened wide to the bird song & the fresh, clean March air. pic.twitter.com/srWpT1wAuo— Anne Louise Avery (@AnneLouiseAvery) March 19, 2020
Thursday, March 19, 2020
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