I ask you if you've done one of the minor morning chores you carry out daily with proper care and little enthusiasm, and you reply, “pas encore” – “not yet.” We think about my aunt Claudine, whose answer for such questions was always, seemingly, pas encore.
Sophie, this is absolutely on point. Made me contemplate all the “pas encore” in my life, and how, in T.S. Eliot’s words, “all time is unredeemable.” Claudine’s photo is gorgeous.
What a lovely way to stall my morning chores! Beautiful ❤️
J'adore cette photo de passeport de Claudine.
😭❤️
Such beautiful words for all those things that are perpetually delayed 🩷
Sophie, this is absolutely on point. Made me contemplate all the “pas encore” in my life, and how, in T.S. Eliot’s words, “all time is unredeemable.” Claudine’s photo is gorgeous.
A beautiful tribute - I'm sorry for your loss <3