2012-11-26 - 12:08 p.m.
goodbye, enchanted forest.
because the frost was coming, i cut back the brugmansia. i mulched over the roots, brought the incipient flowers indoors and filled a heavy vase.
if you dream of milk, he said, it means you will fall in love.
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reading: happy moscow, bit by bit by bit on the bus in the morning.
listening to: tesla's hotel room, the handsome family.
working on: being a damn grown-up.
in the garden: the creeping jenny has gone to copper from the first hard freeze.