Don't you take my peas away from me.
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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
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2010
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November
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- *936 - spinning
- *935 - good morning
- *934 - where is my zzz monster?
- *933 - saturday brunch
- *932 - on evelyn's to do list
- *931 - grapes for the third time
- *930 - evelyn's mid-evening snack.
- *929 - liver
- *928 - awkward shower moment
- *927 - another weekend in ithaca
- *926 - how we groove
- *925 - purple as a ... grape!
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