I love how a well-written romance is so often structured as a mystery. A person starts with a certain idea about another person, and over the course of the story, they uncover more evidence that gives them a fuller picture of who the other person truly is. They learn about layers to the personality and backstory that give the other person more depth. They learn how the other person's personality meshes with theirs. Even the third-act misunderstanding fits the mystery structure--it looks like they've uncovered the final secret to the other person's identity, which is that they're not the worthy person they seemed to be, but then discover that they misinterpreted that evidence, or the other person takes steps to apologize and repair the level of trust. When the mystery is resolved, they've reached a full understanding of each other and know they've found a partner they can trust their whole future to.
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A cobweb in the attic gathers dust... But a cobweb in the outdoors gathers dewdrops that scintillate in the sun. Get out. Find your hope. Read the Earth. It is an extraordinary book: full color, stereo sound, wonderful aromas, the wind. It is an extraordinary planet.
—David Brower
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Dolly Dollar, 1980.
Photographed by Heinz Browers.
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La mannequin allemande Uta Reichenvater photographiée par Heinz Browers à Munich en 1969.
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OLIVIA BROWER.
via Instagram.
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Martini or milk? Katinka and other show cats attended a “banquet” organized by their owners, members of the Empire Cat Club, 1955. The goal was to encourage the adoption of stray cats. “Not all of New York’s transient cats would be rescued,” the club’s president conceded, yet she remained optimistic. “We sometimes receive calls from people who find cats and want them to have a good home. And we also have a small list of others who are looking for a cat.”
Photo: Arthur Brower for the NY Times via Times Archives
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"My true love is the evening walk, that last hour of daylight that has its way with sunlight, shadow, and soul."
-The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Volume 1, by Beth Brower
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