The seagulls chased us. There was no horizon ahead, and there was less horizon behind.
It won't surprise you to read that I was in love with This Kind of Day.
The last time I saw Rose before this trip, she took this photo of me at the Arboretum:
These two photos have a lot in common.
They are oddly akin to how I see myself: little blocks of clarity amongst the well-lit fog.
2 comments:
yes yes yes. but..."addie and ME on the bolivar ferry."
Feel of the Words over Rules of Grammar any day, in my opinion! I always go with what feels right because I value it in expression far more. But thank you! And next time, how about a non-anonymous email?
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