it was a morning filled with fog
and a blanket of silence
Silence
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Mist
the passing years haunt her,
cling to her heart–
like mist on a web
things to collect
old bottles
wishes
tea cups
and
words
creamers
marbles
and
thoughts
Dream
how could i have known that i would dream of you night after night?
Industrial Beauty
a different kind of beauty
One Look
it was one look, but it was everything
These things lately
farmers markets
falling leaves
mocha coffee
Maira Kalman
blue jeans
Earth, Wind and Fire
(the group–because Boogie Wonderland–but also…)
spinning earth
roaring wind
and raging fires
