stairwell accompaniment:The Beatles
summer is over
we brought my plant in
the beatles anthologies are SO back
my cat closes her eyes when you talk to her
Tuesday, September 5
Posted by ambrosia at 19:54
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here, there
- ambrosia
- when i get honest, i admit i am a bundle of paradoxes. i believe and i doubt, i hope and i get discouraged, i love and i hate, i feel bad about feeling good, i feel guilty about not feeling guilty. i am trusting and suspicious. i am honest and i still play games. aristotle said i am a rational animal; i say i am an angel with an incredible capacity for beer.
2 comments:
did you reap a harvest of Josh-etables?? was it plentiful??
Huster--
I wish to say harvests were plantiful and workers were few. In truth, harvests were comically meager but cherished. And the lone worker gave up this week. My plant, however is lovely and maternally budding anew everyday.
Amanda-I find YOU refreshing! What a joy. You continue to read; for me, the writing only seems natural.
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