We are in the gardening time of the year. And we are the garden. And the harvest is near.
April 30, 2020
Blue Jeans And
In the waking part of my dream, I’m on my knees in old blue jeans, planting flowers. In the sleeping part, I crumble sweet-aromatic soil in my hand, and, like a wise old chocolatier of a man, hold it up to the nose of my friend, and say to him then, “This, tells us everything.”
Recently Banned Literature, April 30, 2017
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