The Part! That Connects!

It's Bog Wife Summer

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I found this underneath a video of a woman picking tomatoes from her vegetable garden to make a lunchtime salad. I remain fascinated by the way lucymurphy541 expresses herself…the part! That Connects!

Here are some things that are on my mind:

Schiaparelli “beating heart” dress

I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder — louder — louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! — no, no! They heard! — they suspected! — they knew! — they were making a mockery of my horror! — this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! — and now — again! — hark! louder! louder! louder! louder! —

“Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed! — tear up the planks! — here, here! — it is the beating of his hideous heart!” - Edgar Allen Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart