dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Wednesday, June 10, 2015


This morning I didn't want to get up.  But we walked at the springy track park and served the hungry.  Washing dishes, G remarked at my blue-painted nails.

Later we went back to the Worker to play with our friend's grandchild.  We made homemade playdough.  We wanted it red, but it turned out pink.  It was a "no cook" recipe.  I made a spider, a carrot for the nose of a snowman, and an arm.  I made cubes in hopes we could make an igloo.  But we had way not enough cubes.


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