All these photos of things in themselves small miracles: crackers, scratches from people or things moving from one place to another...stuff with bubbles dissolved in the liquid of it.
"How can I possibly sleep this moonlit evening? Come, my friends, let's sing and dance all night long. Stretched out, tipsy, under the vast sky: splendid dreams beneath the cherry blossoms. Wild roses, plucked from fields full of croaking frogs: float them in your wine and enjoy every minute." --Ryokan--
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All these photos of things in themselves small miracles: crackers, scratches from people or things moving from one place to another...stuff with bubbles dissolved in the liquid of it.
saltines and ginger ale - hope you all are feelin' ok!
I've missed you. And as always, your photo essays are moving and great, even if you were sick. )=
uh-oh, the sickies hit you, too.
pobre citas.
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