I love the energy in your house, she said, over the books, the papers, the love whoring dog, her nails on the floor, clicking. Sophie runs her delicate hands through the beads, clicking, clicking.
You're so calm, they say, you're always so calm.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Still Life with Beads
I love the energy in your house, she said, over the books, the papers, the love whoring dog, her nails on the floor, clicking. Sophie runs her delicate hands through the beads, clicking, clicking.
You're so calm, they say, you're always so calm.
Gasping, as always, at the beauty and simplicity of your writing.
ReplyDeleteOh, Elizabeth. You humble me daily. You inspire me daily.
ReplyDeletethe blithe comments we make on each other's worlds as if we really knew anything
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