Repose. Tendrils of longing, right to the ends of my fingertips, straight to the depths of my heart. I had been craving it for years, and there it was, in a farmhouse in Italy.
It was my secret hope that Elizabeth Gould’s iconic lithograph of the superb fairy wren featured in the cover design for The Birdman’s Wife.
People can’t live by poetry alone. But I know I couldn’t live without it.