dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Thursday, December 05, 2013


Cold here.  I hope the plants didn't die.  I love our collard tree--I hope it's okay.  Ming harvested some leaves last night to be our consolation if it does die.  I bet the chard is gone. 

I wonder if all Sacramento's citrus is gone now.

Yesterday I felt horrible, but today life seems way better. 


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