On Holiday

Ahhh…My husband sleeping late on a summer morning.


And if tonight my soul may find her peace
in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,
and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower
then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.

—D.H. Lawrence

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