in Shakespeare
even the minor villain
expires pursued by a bear
i perspire, very much alive,
in the graveyard
perused by gnats.
ht. 4.11.11
Monday, April 11, 2011
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sweet, quiet summer days basking in ridgeline sun... bitter cold afternoons with pruned hands in clay...mornings with vivaldi and tea... cranky diatribes on the irritation of the moment...welcome to my world. welcome to future 26.
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