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Actually, the whole wall on this side of our old cabin is windows.
yep, bookcollecting is a fine, fine thing
Cats always keep one organized
Oh morning light I will never tire of your beauty
“Aries — ripping off the band-aid, waking through a forest, being center stage, police sirens, fingernails tapping against a desk, boiling water, a sunflower field. Taurus — chocolate melting, the ticking sound of a clock, blanket forts, sliding across a wooden floor in your socks, using sticks as swords, sunsets from the hood of a car. Gemini — the scent that follows after you blow out a candle, how handwriting is like a voice, your first visit to a haunted house, a rigid spine, the sound of crunching leaves, church bells. Cancer — holding hands in a hospital, lemonade on the hottest day of the year, a psychic’s parlor, sage & lavender & vanilla, hot air balloon ride over the city, windmills. Leo — city life at night, an acid trip, paint splattered at the wall, bubblegum, a one-way ticket, broken mirrors. Virgo — fireflies in the summer, back of the class, pacing & the click clack of high heels, bleach, waves crashing, sun kissed skin. Libra — when the couple says “i do”, lucky charms, bonfires, finger painting, blowing kisses, ballet shows, sugar on the tip of your tongue, outstretched palms in the wrong direction. Scorpio — being stuck at the top of a ferris wheel, wind in your hair during a midnight car ride at 100 mph, skin on skin, magnets on the refrigerator, a ceiling fan in the dead of night, sticky notes, foxes in the bushes. Sagittarius — jet lag, a wolf howling, bad puns, five star restaurants, burning your tongue, chipped nail polish, walking barefoot through the mud, treehouses. Capricorn — a loaded gun, the first snow fall of the year when everything is still and silent, the first breath after a panic attack, sun showers, the dreamy state when you’re running on no sleep, candyland, breaking through the surface. Aquarius — cracking open a fortune cookie, city lights in the rain, scissors & wrapping paper, bats in caves, sneaking out for the first time, watching the sunrise with your best friends, a wildflower breaking through the cracks of a sidewalk. Pisces — a canoe on the lake at dawn, windchimes, spring, hundred year old trees, jazz music & feather boas, dream journals, glitter eyeshadow, art museums.”
— feeling association with the signs, a.l.
Quince! Which used to be more poetically called Japonica.
Robert Johnson; obscure and attractive relative.
Champ!
Happy birthday, Susan B.