February 2012
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After a few scrapes at the bottom of the well, a few good meals, and a lot of sleep, I worked through some thoughts gently in the morning sunshine and felt a bit better.
If only mornings weren’t interrupted by the intrusion of the rest of the day. I’m trying to think of nice things, trying to stay within an arm’s length of alright. Tea, Downton Abbey, & a blanket to see me...
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More crestfallen than I care to talk about. I’ll come back to you when things are better.
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Drinking cabernet sauvignon and reading Fitzgerald. The Beautiful and the Damned.
I learned last week that my great-grandmother commited suicide. She traveled Europe as a dancer, fell in love with an Italian comedian, had my grandmother, and fled back to England during WWII. Then one day she took sleeping pills, stepped into a bath, and fell asleep. How could I not know such a thing about one...
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Collection of beautiful things #002
Early morning rain, a cup of coffee to warm your hands, the soft light of the lamp, and heart-string music. Eventually the day will have to begin, and you’ll be whisked away from yourself—but not yet. You are all yours for a few more gentle minutes.
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Oh Virginia by The Head and the Heart