so i was astounded by the date on my last post. it feels like i wrote it yesterday and yet...it was a week ago. ish.
i am off to bed but i will leave you with a favorite poem of mine
love is anterior to life
posterior to death
initial of creation,
and the exponent of breath.
emily dickinson.
truer words were never said
nor billy never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Friday, January 25, 2008
really...another week?
by sj at 12:49 AM
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"Billy," he he.
I'm gonna make banana bread, or probably muffins later. Indeed possibly with chocolate chips. ;)
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