I am in here.
From the place where we are right flowers will never grow in the spring. The place where we are right is hard and trampled like a yard. But doubts and loves dig up the world like a mole, a plow. And a whisper will be heard in the place where the ruined house once stood. … Continue reading The Place Where We Are Right
I’m messing around with the cutting-edge nightly WordPress builds. This blog is going to look somewhat plain until WP settles down to its proper 1.3 release. Using my old index page disallowed comments somehow. Now, of course, y’all can feel free to vent on the comments page, and it will actually work. Ah, the price … Continue reading Why the lack of either fish or flowers:
No more fish. Flowers. Enjoy. Fish may be back at a future date. He really wanted a vacation.
The shouk this morning in Jaffa, and all the stuff it had out for sale: several top halves of mannequins huge copper pots, pre-tarnished for your convenience damp, mildewy looking rugs stacked like a cord of wood third-hand furniture, in the same condition but unstacked hubbly-bubblies swarm upon swarm of cats, who seem to travel … Continue reading Jaffa List
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