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
Monday, January 17, 2005
Kathy sent me some embroidery floss that I am supposed to coat in beeswax, but in a tight fix, I figure any old candle would do. So now, my floss smells like the Ikea winter candle from rubbing it back and forth across the hardened wax.
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