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I see it all through a telescope, guitar, suitcase, and a warm coat, lying in the back of a blue room, humming a tune. realizations translations and daydreams by ashley elizabeth brown. Thursday, May 26, 2011. A Match for the Keyhole. The people at the end of your line were not without weight. But mine were colder and the line was heavier. when the dark and the line melded together like figures in a purgatory.

Jack Dieter, famous fishing dog. Thursday, October 23, 2014. For a few days each Fall it seems as though my yard creates its own special albeit beautiful light. I love the sound of a few wind chimes as they join in with the beautiful sound of the Aspen leaves in the wind. The Sumac is starting to put on its Fall show. I need to trim it up some for next year.

Segunda-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2009. As mulheres de Concha Jareño. Os cílios grossos de seus olhos misturam-se no amontoado de leques do verão, meu olhar tropeça entre as tantas pernas brancas, compridas e finas que marcam no chão o compasso vermelho de seus saltos. Domingo, 18 de janeiro de 2009. Em ré maior, de Pachelbel,. E, claro, a versão peruana da terrível. Sexta-feira, 16 de janeiro de 2009.

For one thing, I like to pop my own popcorn. Without oil, but of course with real butter drizzled over. I suppose it gave me a hint the time before. Then, it struggled to spit out the final few morsels. Last night, Presto popped one last batch. But when I plugged it in for another round, no sound. Only the smell of a burned motor. Presto PopLite is still there. 98! Around me, in this .