"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
On days like this
when shape-shifting fog halos the downhill streetlamp, which, like a peach sun, lights a puddle under a trash can with a copper platter, I remember why I love fog.
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