The best part of it was the blackberries I dipped in melted white chocolate as I watched Rachel Maddow. That part was lovely.
It's no coincidence that our poem for tomorrow will be this:
In the Station of the Metro
by Ezra Pound
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
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intervention?
Just another disappointing failure. :(
Not a failure - a learning experience and maybe the sad acceptance of the fact that in this case what you see may be what you are going to have to get. Come on home to Mom for some TLC...and Mary Poppins!!
You were the first thing that came up when I searched my name. HELLO!
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