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The Way of the Heart

Posted in Mandarin Musings with tags , , , , on July 2, 2014 by O.S-Hughes

14A few months ago I talked about posting the workings of a particular heart, beneath is  something just as good and possibly even better than what I started writting last year.

Enjoy The Way Of  The Heart by Sehindemi my long lost friend, if you are a regular on here, you might remember him from his post Yellow Moon.

The title Yellow Moon  was inspired by his favourite Japanese Song

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Bisous ~ O.S-H

 

The Way of the Heart

She runs…no, she flies, hardly feeling the ground beneath my feet, stirring me to move faster than I ever could have imagined, she beats wildly in my chest, a trapped bird seeking to free herself of my vile cage, needing to express a desire denied her for so long, this is the moment she has been waiting for, but why it is so important I dare not think about, for I am a man snared by the handcuffs of reality, the eternal enemy of illusion, life is complex enough, no need to complicate it even further…but oh, how she has a way of defying my will, and for some reason, she has now set her sights on the most matchless of all the creatures known to man:

 

Sweeter than honey this lady is to the heart yet bitter as bile to the mind, flowing as the Nile to drown and blind all reason, she sweeps all in her wild currents for better or worse, so pick your poison, for at one time or another she rules us all, revealing herself in diverse forms, she is known by many names:

Those ancient fathers of thought called her Storge, the morning star of Aurora, which lights up every being that plunges into the troubled sea of this dark world, bestowing precious gifts of the soul, that thread of natural affection which binds others to us in strong bonds of undying devotion.

 

Nevertheless, beloved Storge, do tell me, can a mother forget her own child; indeed she can, so it might appear that even you are not quite enough, for when dawn is past and the blight of heat is felt, you just might melt; but why should I lament the cards I have been dealt, for here comes lovely Philia.

Philia the brilliance of noon, that knitting of souls, noble and virtuous, where trust is everything and loyalty is second to none, a friend that sticks closer than a brother; oh Philia, was it not you who struck brave Jonathan-that prince of old-so that he loved David more than his own soul and gave his sword and armor, scorning his own father, exposing himself to the whims of evil; but still, dear Philia, I have heard it told that no greater love has a man than he who lays down his life for his friends; why then did honorable Jonathan after realizing that his father was determined to kill David return to the city instead of going into exile with his dearest friend, refusing to be called the son of the king and choosing to suffer hardship rather than enjoy the pleasures of the palace for a time, prizing the shame of David a greater treasure than all the honors of a prince; oh Philia, where lies your sacrifice, or do your rising waters not run deep, will you too not suffice; but all is not lost, for my eyes now see an even more stunning lady coming my way, and I have heard it said far and wide that one has never known the woman until you have known her as Eros.

Eros, the luminous twilight of madness, the vitality of life, that insatiable desire and longing, a fiery arrow flying true to strike the marrow of one’s deepest parts, turning the wisest into fools and fools into the wise; oh Eros, was it not you who blinded that great giant-killer so that he looked down on she bathing and was overcome with such passion that he forgot his first love, how he murdered her husband in his frenzy and knew not what he had done till the spell was broken, the veil lifted from his eyes; what madness, does shameful Cupid truly rule us all? if I shed a tear for every time Eros conquered me, I would fill a lake of despair, begging forgiveness from every woman I have ever cared for, seeing as in this case I am the victim, a slave to passion, where shall I find release from being trapped in her fray, for surely there has to be a better way…

Agape, you say…

So…this is where she was heading, this is why she was in such a hurry, to meet up with this ghost from our past, a vision impossible to forget: here she stands looking beautiful and mystified, but not for long; slowly but surely, that dazzling smile of hers appears, grinding my fears, blinding my sight, a light shining into the winding darkness of my plight.

Why have you come?

I am not quite sure…I think I was led here by a dream.

What was it about?

Of a girl I loved, though I woke up to realize it wasn’t a kind of love I have known before.

And you came here? Why?

I suppose I was trying to live my dream.

But I am not a dream; I am real. So you must choose between us: the girl you loved in your dream; or me standing before you right here and now.

Can’t you both be one and the same?

No, we can never be the same. I can never measure up to her, so you’re just going to have to take me as I am, with the good and bad, accepting that I will never quite be exactly what you expect, because I am only human, so you must be patient with  me, believe in me, place your hopes in me, not constantly finding fault and storing up my wrongs against me. You must love me…

…Unconditionally?

Yes. Can you?

I don’t see how. Only God can do such a thing.

But…?

…I definitely will try. It’s not like I have a choice.

The heart wants what the heart wants; that is her way.

And…?

…real love should be unconditional.

This is Agape, the true love; the love we all ache for.

It is…

…The way of the heart….

 

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“Mo Ni Fe Re”

Posted in Raspberry Rants! with tags , , , , on February 14, 2014 by O.S-Hughes

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‘Happy Valentine’s Day!!! My Good people! and Happy New year to you too, I hope your year is up to a beautiful start.

 I  certainly have perfected the art of retreating into my shell and not sharing my many thoughts with you.

I’m hoping that this year will be different and I will no longer wear my “introvertedness” as a quilt. 

I do have one story I’ll share with you before the first quarter is over.Its a story about a Heart I know or at least I think know.

The best way to summarise it would be to say something along the lines of ” The Fine Art of Leaping ” Or This Heart Leaped! ” I haven’t decided which accurately describes it. I’m still tinkering with the idea of making it a two or three-part post.

Now that’s’ out of the way, I read  the Sonnet below  earlier on today and I believe it will be unkind of me, if I fail to share it with you. It made me smile, and giggle.  Yes I am a softie and I absolutely Love LOVE!!!

Enjoy!

Before you start reading Chiedu’s Sonnet, I just have to say I have a thing for  Love expressed in its pure and most  indigenous form. Think of the words from Tosin Martin’s “Olo Mi ” ,  Dipo’s  “Be Your Man”  or Asa’s  “Bamidele”, I’ve always believed that expressing emotions indigenously  (especially Yoruba)  carries more weight.  I also have a thing for Pomegranates, I don’t know what it with this fruit but it makes me happy…ok bye.

Bisous!

 “Mo Ni Fe Re”   Words by Chiedu Ifeozo

The phone rings and its you

My heart sings, this is true

But I act like it doesn’t mean a thing

Like your voice isn’t my medicine

E karo

 I can’t wait to see your face

And feel the lines on your palm

Kiss your smile

Chill for a while

 

Mo ni fe re

Words simply cant explain

You get me, such beauty in simplicity

You hold me up, when I’m uncertain

You’re there, no matter how far away

 

Jo soro die die

 

I want to savor every second

The weight of every word

The depth of every emotion

This feeling,

Duro

Don’t go away again,

please wait,

I hate missing you this way

I keep counting down the days

 

Mo wa nibi yi

O wa ni be

I wake up to your call

I only wish you were here

But your voice rescues me

And I know it’ll be a good day

 

O se

 

Even when I make mistakes

You see the sun behind the eclipse

And for that I’ll always be thankful

Your love for me is beautiful

 

O dara pupo

What’s cool is even with everything

The one thing I cant live without is you

Everyday you make me feel like a winner

Its clear, you only make me better

 

Oluwa ti fun mi layo, Ayo mi tun de

Everyday I thank God I found you

 

Ma ri e laipe

Mo ni fe re

époque.

Posted in Mandarin Musings with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on November 22, 2013 by O.S-Hughes

Lagos living Today, some 50 odd years ago, a great man was shot dead.  Another great man & prolific writer died. As a Kennedy and an almost C.S Lewis  aficionado, I join the rest of the world as we remember two greats JFK and C.S Lewis.

Since I last wrote, it seems the thought of death hasn’t been far from my conscious mind and it’s almost as though the moment my heart begins to heal and focus on other themes, another person exits the scene and yet again death is brought back to the fore.

It is a universal truth that death will come. It is the “how” and the “when” that most people are unsure of.

If you got the chance to view my mental pin board, you would see in my mind, clippings from various magazines, ideas I’m still to birth, places I’d love to visit and people I’ve been inspired by and would love to meet. Near the top left corner of the board you would see pictures of two inspiring people: Chinua Achebe and Margaret Thatcher [ Random fact: Iron Lady, resigned her post as Prime Minister on this day , 23 years ago.] . These people excelled in their chosen fields, the stories of their countries cannot be told without the parts they played. Their deaths did not come as a total shock only because these greats were already in their vintage years. However, no matter how old a person gets, it’s always sad to see a loved one go. I was even more sad, because I never got a chance to meet these greats.

There are those deaths that  creep up on you, the ones we least expect. June came and I received word of Aunt Bea. Where do I begin Aunt Bea’s story, do I start with her sense of style,  or how she could expertly  turn any frown into an instant smile, there was never a dull moment with her. Few people have a heart of gold forever putting others before them. Aunt Bea was one of such people, she lead a life of service. She was passionate about Jesus and sang beautifully.    Aunt Bea was a hard worker and one day collapsed whilst at work. When she was revived she got ten days off work to ensure she was back at optimum before she resumed. Just before she was to resume work, she went to church dressed as elegantly as usual  but this time with extra umph. She looked so radiant and each step she took you could tell that this was someone busting at her seams with gratitude to God for His mercy. He had sustained her and given her a new lease of life. As she took the stage with her family, smiling from ear to ear, she  said she had fifteen songs to accompany her testimony but because of time she’ll cut it short. As she began to sing there was a loud bang, it took a few seconds  for all to realized the sound was from the microphone falling from Aunt Bea’s hand as she fell into a comatose state. Her last acts on earth would be to begin a testimony of God’s goodness to her.  As I sat at the wake keep ceremony and watched on a screen the last minutes of her life replayed for all to see, I began to wonder about my life and what would happen, if  I died that very moment. What will my maker say to me? Would He be pleased? would I have achieved the purpose for which I was created? I sat there and listened to the accolades that poured out, Aunt Bea was the same at church and at work, bubbly and full of life. She had a regular 8-5 whose closing time almost always exceeded 5 and sometimes ran into late hours of the night. Yet she found time to lead the choir and the women’s fellowship. One question popped up in my heart , What excuse would you give God for not devoting more time to doing His will?  I thought of a few, but none of them held water. I came away feeling ashamed. Aunt Bea’s sun had set and this was a timely reminder for me that  one day my sun will set too.  The words of John 9; 4b  ring so trueee “Night is coming, when no man can work.”

In mid July while I was still taking in Aunt Bea’s passing and chiding  myself for not giving enough of my talent, myself and my time to others. I heard Aunt Yebode had gone too. I was in complete shock, there are no words to describe the feeling, she was beautiful inside and out. One afternoon, I bumped into Bola Krafts’s post talking about THE First Bola Krafts Cares Project. How she knitted the most adorable items for babies in intensive care,you can tell from the pictures that all items were done with love. [from what I could see she also has an 8 to 5]   for details of the first Bola Krafts Cares project click here    http://bolakrafts.blogspot.com/2013/04/bola-krafts-cares-is-here.html   and here http://bolakrafts.blogspot.com/2013/05/bola-krafts-cares-project-drop-off.html. Classic example of using her talent to bring smiles to the faces of others.

August and September went by like a blur. There’s a certain aliment that often plagues me and during this period the episodes of this aliment occurred more frequently than ever, I had to be hospitalized for a few hours on two different occasions to get me back on track.  One September morning a few sick leaves later, I was on the way to work, when news of Oyewunmi filtered in. I was not close to her, but I always saw her at family functions and we would greet cordially and play catch up. Hearing that a familiar face had just died from an aliment that plagues you can send you spiraling out of control. I was lost in thought too many times , thoughts like, “that could have been me” popped up without invitation, they were always lurking…

Some of you may remember my previous post September https://coraldrapings.wordpress.com/2012/10/10/september/. This September was a little intense than others. I missed him more than ever.

October came and brought with it a sense of peace and hope, I had been given another chance. I remember two Octobers ago I was petrified at the thought of adding another year, because to me my life was not where I thought it should be and things were not  going according to my plan. Lets just say that this year I had on a quilt of peace, no anxiety as to what stage I am at or whats not happening yet.

This peace came from the understanding that ALL things [ every single thing that happens to me] will work together for my good.- Romans 8;28. When doubt tries to rear its head, my heart whispers the words of  Jeremiah 29:11    “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, they are  thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.” I’m learning to Let Go! it’s quite hard, especially because there were certain  things I had already envisioned and  had no doubt in my mind they would fall through the way I had planned and hoped.

November always brings with it newness. I think of November as my new year, I particularly reflect and identify the areas in my life that need a positive change. I set a few goals at the beginning of the month and I’m hoping I stay consistent till the end.

Aunt Bea and Bola Krafts have jointly inspired me to find my talent and give more.  I also realize giving is not limited to money or gifts., these are easy to give and sometimes require no extra thought or effort. A person can give of their time and of their essence , take a few more minutes to decide what gift will greatly benefit your intended recipient . Another Season of Love is almost upon us, Lets remember to give more as we also put extra thought to the reason for this season.

My prayer is that when I stand before my Maker I would have used up all the talent deposited in me.

Speak soon.

Mille Bisous!

O.S-H

Photograpy by Lumi Morgan

Better Nights, Better Times, Better Days

Posted in Cinnamon Coated with tags , , , , on February 28, 2013 by O.S-Hughes

 

 Doyin

‘ Kiss my forehead’, I said ‘See you later’.
Later never happened.
I watched him go board the plane.
That was the beginning of the end.

‘I don’t know where this is going’ he said.
He no longer held my hand in the park
I smiled away the tears
That was the beginning of the end.

‘How will you prove you love me?’ He asked.
I prayed and cooked and talked and laughed and kissed.
He wanted something more.
That was the end.

Here’s who I am –
A lover, a giver, a firecracker, a gem
Here’s what’s to come –
Better Nights, Better Times, Better Days
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Isha 
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Isha is speaking my heart !!!!!!!!

Like she took my story and told it better than I ever could.

Its   happening all over again.

[( click to read) very amusing  that I wrote   in the month of love some two years ago.

How does something so rare die?

  Love like a Rose: needs attention [pruning] air, sunlight , food [communication]. Roses like relationships take quality time, concentration & emotional energy.

Many a “Rose” [beautiful relationships/friendships]  have been chopped off in their prime…before they ever blossomed !

Did you know a wound takes longer to heal when it’s covered up? Its more likely to get worse because its been allowed to fester…..

you starve it of air/oxygen/life  in hopes that it dies but rather than die it becomes much worse than when you put the first band-aid on…………

…………………………………………………………………………..

To Better Nights, Better Times, Better Days!

~

Olatanwa

The Journey of Love

Posted in Cinnamon Coated with tags , , , , , on February 19, 2013 by O.S-Hughes

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The season of Love is winding down & I hope your appetite for all things Love is not weaning . I happened on this blog  MyHandisMine   &  found a beautiful story. I especially  like the way this story reads and I believe you will enjoy reading it too.

On Valentine’s day my friend sent me this very interesting link that put things into  perspective. It is a teaching  by Atinuke Asegieme called

The Journey of Love   ( click to download)

Bisous!

Becoming Her by Nse Ikpe-Etim

I had been immunized against the bug and this is received through all the amazing lessons life hands you on a platter.  I had a boyfriend when it was a taboo to have one. I was 17. Our first meeting was as ordinary as it gets. I went on a stroll which was not uncommon those days on our estate, and there came this young man driving his father’s car. He stopped, chatted with me for a while and I wonder what he said that made me get into his car and have him drop me off. He called the intercom and we talked again but he knew the times to call when mum would not do the picking. Little did I know that the day he picked me up was the day I would begin the journey. We spent our spare moments together, talking, walking and when we walked the streets, word travelled swiftly to our parents. On my arrival home, a cane was the welcome party. We always paid dearly for those nights because our parents wanted us to be straight kids, but we didn’t mind.
This did not deter me nor stop my stubborn heart from wanting to be with him. I had a friend who listened to my fears and laughed at my tales of the experiences school had brought with it, alongside the education I so craved. I remember when he played the guitar and sang Chris de burgh’s “Lady in Red”. It was so beautiful; the funny thing is that I was not wearing red when he sang, but in that moment red was just a state of mind. I was fragile and he was so caring, attentive to my every need. We would meet up at 7.30pm under the stairs and talk till it was almost 10pm. Then he would tell me it was time to go. I would sulk, make faces till I cried and he would be forced to stay at least a second more. Well that was until mum called out my name and I would run inside, pretending the trash was my mission. He would run back home and sometimes, the doors would be locked and he would have to call for someone to open the door. He was the best friend I’d never had.
After dad’s passing, I craved the father-daughter relationship so much that I looked at him in that light. I had found my first true love. He took me on many firsts; squash, scrabble games, drives, music. And the day that Tunisia and Nigeria played a match at the stadium in Surulere, he asked me out on a date. It was our first official date (who takes a girl out to a football match on a first date?) We went out to watch the Eagles play and I was blown away. We won the match and he had won my heart. Our friends marveled at the way our love grew and we became the bad examples of what not to be. When we walked, mothers would point at us and say “that’s what you should never be” hahahaha… We were good friends, and much more. I had only learnt to cook at 15 and dad passed before I succeeded in making Egusi soup edible. My best friend was a willing guinea pig, tasting any and every meal I cooked. Watching him enjoy my cooking was therapeutic, considering the effort it took dad to eat the morsels of pounded yam and my rather shoddy Egusi soup.
I began to hope that one day I would bear his kids. At 17 though, kids and their thoughts! The semester had resumed and we both went back to our different schools, no emails, no cell phones, no blackberries or WhatsApp. The post office was rather cumbersome. All we had were our hearts and our thoughts. It turns out that was all the connection we needed. When the holidays came around I looked forward to seeing him, and then he told me he was leaving the country. My heart broke and tears poured freely down my face, I begged him to stay but he told me he had to go. I accepted this with a heavy heart and hoped that one day I would find a friend like him. When we got to the airport, I bade him farewell, he turned and said “I will come back, Nse”. I cried my heart out and went back to school the next day. I had lost the only friend who never judged me, who sang to me, and told me I was beautiful.

The years went by and one day I ran into his mum and got his number off her. We started talking again but I decided to let him go. I dated other men, became a woman and swore never to marry. I knew it wasn’t meant for me because after what I saw my parents have, mine had to be just like theirs or better!
I had finally become a woman, set in her ways but something was missing. So again I set out to look for him. I searched every social network to no avail and one day I used a search engine and there he was staring back at me. I sent him an email and he responded. We were ecstatic. At least I was, I had found the only man who knew the right things to say to make me happy. Then he proposed. I was over the moon. I accepted and told mum. My family was happy because they knew our history and just when I was getting ready to be Mrs……. He broke it off! I cried again, third time is a charm yea? He wasn’t supposed to make my mascara run he was meant to smear my lipstick!
I had been heartbroken yet again but this time it was done by him not a circumstance. I hated him, I loathed him and I rued the day I first set my eyes on him! He had changed me and now no man meant anything to me. I just dated and if it was inconvenient, I walked away. My famous quote “I was not born to be married” raised dust in some quarters, but no one cared to know why! Why get married to someone who would cheat on you or better still whom I would cheat on? Why get married to someone who would make me a shadow of myself or perhaps, have me give up my career for him? Yes, again I say, I was not born to be married. I got an email from him after so many years and I hated his guts. I alternated between ignoring him and giving frosty replies. He had my sister play mediator and that earned him a fairly warm reply. Well at least he was honest to walk away when he did rather than walk all over me in the marriage.
As the days went by, we spoke about so many things, emotions got in the way and he blurted it “I would love to spend the rest of my life with my sweetheart” and I asked him “have you told her?”. He said he had been trying but she seemed distant (abi you for no pretend say you no sabi say na you) oh well. I wanted him to say the words. And he did! “Will you marry me?” My heart skipped a beat and I said “listen yeah, you just have to give me some time to think this through” I knew my answer would be yes, but how was I to tell him I never got over him? Would I be perceived as weak, needy or just a desperate woman? It had taken us two decades to get to this point and what a road we had come. This is my heart, my happiness my true love had come back to me. Who cares what anyone thinks!
… So I got on the phone, called my friend and asked her to send him a card, flowers and a bottle of wine with my reply… “Yes I will marry you, my one true Love” Well I think that’s what I sent, but to be honest I was quite giddy. The long and short of it is that I said yes and my life has never been the same!
THE BEGINNING.

  On Valentine’s day, Nse Finally Became Her!  (click for details) & read more from Nse Ikpe-Etim here MyHandisMine

Photo Credit Bella Naija

F E B R U A R Y

Posted in Mandarin Musings with tags , , on February 8, 2013 by O.S-Hughes

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I’ll tell you an open secret I love “LOVE”  because It’s such a beautiful thing and what better time than the Month of Love to spread LOVE”.

Valentine’s day last year Sehindemi shared his view on LOVE in the post    and I wrote   and it caused a bit of a stir.

I do not believe Valentines day should be limited to Lovers alone. The entire month and indeed every day of our lives should be seen as an opportunity to express our love for others.

Love Thy Neighbour as Yourself “ in keeping with this ethos through out this month we will be sharing our fabulous finds on all things that encompass our interpretation of  L O V E!

First up is Guzzles Cakes & Confectioneries!

They are located in Lagos Nigeria and their desire is to carter to all your pastry needs from wedding cakes,  to gourmet biscuits for your nephew’s open day or themed cupcakes for your husband’s school reunion at your home or your sister’s bridal shower. Any thing you need!

Over the holidays I experienced their Cheese Cake and their Red Velvet with Cheese frosting [ you don’t  simply eat their treats you experience it with all your senses] and I am bewitched!   I’m a certified foodie as some of you may already know and I only rave about  exceptional things.  Don’t believe me?  Take a chance and  treat yourself & your loved ones to any of their decadent delights this Valentine. For all of our international readers with loved ones in Nigeria here’s a chance to surprise them.

Guzzles Cakes & Confectionery!  www.facebook/guzzles.com guzzls@yahoo.co.uk  +234: 08087642869   08023212759

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Let us know what you think.

Millie Bisous.

Olatanwa!

200 years of Mr Darcy!

Posted in Mandarin Musings with tags , , , on January 28, 2013 by O.S-Hughes

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[This is my interpretation of a modern-day Mr Darcy I found him on Dotun’s blog awhile ago ]

Today is the 200th anniversary  of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice  it was first published on January 28, 1813.

If you’ve read my older posts like  and Moonlight Conversations . Then you’ll know how much i loveeeeeee Jane Austen, her words… sigh! the effect they have on me cannot be put into words.

I love the way she mixes simplicity and complexity.  The depth of her characters sigh! obviously my favourite character is Fitzwilliam Darcy . ‘swoon’. Some of the words used to describe him are Brooding.  Aloof & socially awkward.  A rich, slightly finicky, older man imprisoned by good manners but inside lurks a smouldering romantic flame others just don’t notice.

The thing that attracts me most is the manner in which he & Elizabeth fall in Love from Absolute Contempt to  without an Anchor.

To celebrate this anniversary I will be watching my favourite adaptations of “Pride & Prejudice.”   the BBC ‘s version ( 1995)  with Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy and the Movie version that was made in 2005 with  Matthew Macfadyen as Mr. Darcy and  Keira Knightley as his Elizabeth Bennet.

These are a few of the most memorable quotes :

‘ It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife ‘ 

‘She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me’ – Mr Darcy

I might as well inquire,” , “why with so evident a desire of offending and insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your will, against your reason, and even against your character? – Ms Elizabeth

I could go on and on but I’ll stop here. What are your favourite quotes from Pride & Prejudice?

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He would have made a great Mr Darcy, just my thoughts!

Have a great day guys!

The Enduring Life of Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet (theatlanticwire.com)

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