Friday, 1/25/2013


a wet day in
the wet forest

walking in
wet shoes

wearing my wet 
blue hoodie on 

the waterfall trail 

in rain
in mist

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. . . .
. . . .

Random lines from my bookshelf:

   Down jumped Mr. Pickles's boy, with his cocked hat in his hand
and being wonderfully polite (being entirely changed by
enchantment), and handed Grandmarina out; and there she stood,
in her rich shot-silk smelling of dried lavender, fanning herself
with a sparkling fan.
   "Alicia, my dear," said this charming old fairy, "how do you do?
I hope I see you pretty well? Give me a kiss."

--- Charles Dickens, "The Magic Fishbone" in Book Trails: to Enchanted Lands