i had become accustomed to breathing into tiny wee patterns of comfort & mincing my steps to and fro within the confines of a bellicose househould until parts of me went missing and i looked through a chipped monocle under couches, in dog eared book spines and in his bleeding ear but could not find that what i had lost but alas, so it is and as there is so much beauty in the world, i will be going out now to gaze upon it.
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and looking very sprightly and spring like too. (if i may be so bold?)
I just came here by way of Cocaine Jesus' links.
You have a beautiful and intriguing writing style.
A happy discovery. Thank you for sharing...
Dear Miss Smith,
Just a brief note to one of my more favoured colonial cousins whose blog site I have always loved.
Just to say, from over here in the UK, beneath slate grey victorian skies and a very wet and windy summer, that I miss your words and images.
Word verification says it all...WASGHE
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