Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Crisp

A square shot of formula for thumbing. You can dry the flower in it, write a note in it, pull out the card and look at all the people who checked it out before you and then look up their faces in yearbooks of the past. Stop for a second and then put your hands on your belly while you daydream and think about the light that's coming in through the eyebrow windows above the tall, stately bookshelves. Get your snowshoes on and head over for lunch.

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