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 24, 2005
My 'toursit' lunch
I gave in and had a 'tourist' lunch at the hotel in the Gorge. It was a much deliberated decision, and I was going to put the whole thought process on here, maybe later. Anyway, it was lovely, a tuna sandwich and Earl Grey Milk Tea.
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