Today was like this: intoxicated by the perfumed trees,
captivated by the shadows now the sun is at it's winter angle
(or we are), & intrigued by the almost readable messages
at the beach ~ except you don't need an interpreter on
such a day, isn't that so?
Yesterday I looked at hi & low, this inventory,
this photographer, & John Meaney's blog, as I'd just finished
another of his remarkably visual novels, Bone Song . .
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