Monday, April 18, 2011

today seemed like as good a day as any other to gather all of our blankets, big or small. gather them into a wicker laundry basket and throw them over the laundry line. watch them fly in the breeze - occasionally run to catch one before it soars into the river. and now, oh now, they smell fresh and crisp and good enough to wrap around us real real tight.

out on the line

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