love this semi-patriotic scarf. i think i totally need it, but i'm on a self-imposed shopping ban. oh well, it never hurts to look does it? (unfortunately, it does.)
"By rose, by satiny bosom, by the fondling hand, by slops, by empties, by popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, soft Bloom, I feel so lonely Bloom."
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