dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Thursday, May 09, 2013


The sky near the horizon is pink.  This morning I woke up to the smell of Ming baking cookies from the cookie dough we made yesterday.  The cookies are raisiny so not for me.  Neighbors are playing ball and listening to music but the cd is skipping.  And it's our bedtime.


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