July 4, 2019
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mistaken identities: small meditations on love
the tender colour of snow illuminated by the rising sun---i wish love to be so gentle, so gracious. how could we not improve ourselves? this...
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The witch lived in a house in the forest, as witches often do. It was, in fact, a gingerbread house of sorts, or at least a house with ...
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i tied a ribbon to a branch on some wind twisted tree alone in a field of snow the northern lights rippled above wild ribbons in the sk...
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baba yaga's home is the place you go when everything else has fallen apart tucked in twisty trees fenced with stacks of bones bone...
this...this is perfect!
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thank you, laura!
DeleteI thought of you, and other friends on July 4. ((Hugs))
ReplyDeletethanks, therese!
ReplyDeletethank you---i think quite a lot of people were feeling just depressed. definitely NOT celebratory. some idiot in our neighbourhood festooned the entry to our main drive with dozens of small (made in china, probably) flags, and i wanted to be sick. also, well, tacky... i wish a platoon of raccoons would come and carry them off in the night...
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