I have never posted a comment on a blog. This entry looked lonely, so I'm posting a comment. Although I have a feeling no one will ever read this, the prospect that people all over the world could possibly do so is terribly frightening. Fortunately, all I have to say is: I miss you guys, and am pleased to hear your typhoon experience was essentially limited to looking at tufty-sideways-leaning trees and dirty-ivory-spheroid streetlights. The trees here in steamboat looked that way this evening. That was because I was cutting them down. But these trees are full of spines, while your trees look soft and downy. I'd like to hear more about the grapes hanging from the fan. For example, how many grapes are there, and where in the living room do they cast a shadow? This could be very important.
I have never posted a comment on a blog. This entry looked lonely, so I'm posting a comment. Although I have a feeling no one will ever read this, the prospect that people all over the world could possibly do so is terribly frightening. Fortunately, all I have to say is: I miss you guys, and am pleased to hear your typhoon experience was essentially limited to looking at tufty-sideways-leaning trees and dirty-ivory-spheroid streetlights. The trees here in steamboat looked that way this evening. That was because I was cutting them down. But these trees are full of spines, while your trees look soft and downy. I'd like to hear more about the grapes hanging from the fan. For example, how many grapes are there, and where in the living room do they cast a shadow? This could be very important.
ReplyDeleteEveryone always reads everything. There is no unread text. Trees are everywhere. Grapes are countless. You are beautiful.
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