here's to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap
and to your(in my arms flowering so new)
self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain
-e. e. cummings
Saturday, October 02, 2004
This is another dinner courtesy of Foresight. We're having hotpot - you pick your raw food, then dump it into the boiling pot of oil in the center of the table. Not especially tasty, in my opinion, but it was quite an entertaining eating experience.
No comments:
Post a Comment