A Journal of Days
"Forever is composed of nows." Emily Dickinson
Monday, April 27, 2009
Dancers, Mango, Dusk
1. We stand in the empty ballroom, imagining it full of dancers.
2. The knife glides through the ripe mango.
3. A beautiful evening to be outside. I stay outside until dusk, making mental notes on what to accomplish in the garden tomorrow.
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