reading: the penelopiad, margaret atwood
in the mornings i costume myself. i hold my hands delicately as unfledged wings and i wander these streets. or to balance these careful toes on slick railway tracks. i am picking strageling wildflowers and i let them fall from my fingers into the glassy sunset ocean. there's salt in the air. all is calm and unclear. there is nothing here to worry for.
more later.
1 comment:
dearest julia,
summer has been lovely and carefree but i miss you and halifax terribly. They overaircondition my work and im currently huddled in a deskchair under a wool scarf. there is something wrong with this picture, its summer isnt it?
1000s hugs!
- Michelle
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