wearing: my best pretending-to-study cardigan
hearing: nobody has to stay, mirah
instead of going to my favourite class this afternoon, i just didn't. it was cold at the gingerbread haus but everything smelled of warm pastry and i gnawed happily at my gingerbread person, saving his chocolate button eyes for last. i sipped coffee hot chocolate and watched carefully, waiting for the last of my guilty time to slip out the frostbitten door.
michelle and i, shivering in skirts, talked about memories on our endless way home. we wonder silly serious things -- when everything and everyone is gone, what is the meaning of memory?
this world is so frozen that i'm starting to forget the feeling of sunwarmth.
2 comments:
i'll buy you a heat lamp.
-the coconut ball.
aww, jules, welcome to the bloggin world. beautiful posts so far. i see you have ze pictures developed, zo send them soon. i'll make you a cd with mine too.
much love,
andrea
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