2009-05-21 - 6:41 a.m.
little bands of red knots skittered before the wash of waves. nearly a thousand years ago, cnut set his throne on the strand and commanded the tide to halt before it wet his feet and robes, but the water kept rising. let all men know how empty and worthless is the power of kings.
there was sand and shells and pieces of shells. the rain came down a little more seriously. i leaned into you, and you put your arm around me.
three years married, ten years together.
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reading: reviewer comments.
listening to: the pains of being pure at heart - tenure itch.
working on: a thread crochet bedspread. it is a wedding present for a friend who saved my life.
in the garden: there is a wren nesting in my fuchsia.