Wednesday, June 28, 2006

the pink mimosa is in bloom. smells luverly. the leaves close at night and open in the morning.

listening: lonely love-- the gray kid.

tow-headed nephew gave chase with a pelican feather. and the garden hose. after soaking my legs with a fine mist he explained that i wasn't really wet. contrary to the evidence. but he was steadfast in his opinion.

in other news...

what they say concerning waking sleepwalkers is true. don't attempt it. they're an indignant kind.

also a book of silhouettes. how beautiful.


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