The stalk has withered dry, my love, though our hearts shan't decay

[sovay]

I have been challenged by cucumberseed and nineweaving to write something about trees, and by phi and cucumberseed to write something about the drowning of the Doves. (I said incautiously, "The river got a taste for him.") Just making a note for myself here. Arisia is going astonishingly well, considering I functionally haven't slept since Friday.

Comments

[beowabbit]

Wow, what a fascinating story! I’d read a sentence or two before about the Doves’ type’s watery end and wondered about the back-story; thank you very much for the link!

[sovay]

I’d read a sentence or two before about the Doves’ type’s watery end and wondered about the back-story; thank you very much for the link!

You're welcome. I recognized the typeface as soon as I saw it, but I'd never heard its name or anything about its creation or its murder (which is what this kind of destruction feels like to me). It's astonishing what people do: both the original disposal, and now the bringing-back.