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2011-05-08 - 2:14 p.m.
jasmine, honeysuckle, petrichor
i admire the way in which you marshal your aesthetic so unflinchingly. me, i am a desultory tangle of loose ends and unmet obligations, seams pinned but not sewn, problems with solutions wanting. i have a broken wrist. is that an excuse? and when i went for a walk this morning, the scent of honeysuckle left me lightheaded in the rising light.
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reading: the nyt magazine.
listening to: a purring kitty on the table.
working on: nothing and everything.
in the garden: my mini waxleaf hoya is blooming - tiny flowers in a featherbed - and it smells like sunscreen and summertime.
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