07 March 2007

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.


Last night I dreamed I ate a ten-pound marshmallow, and when I woke up the pillow was gone.

- , 7.3.07

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

The smell of Earth, dirt between my toes, a daggmask (snail) crossing my path, a cold stone gnawing into my leg. And a terrific sand castle rising a whole 10 inches above the ground. :)
-C

07 March, 2007 11:49
Anonymous said...

such a passionate depiction of summer, Little Panda -- I hope you didn't get a belly ache after that dream, though.

07 March, 2007 20:09

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