An old friend you left outside, a burn pile you'll light in spring, a new dawn for birds to sing

[sovay]

I seem to have slept almost nine hours last night and, not to jinx it or anything, my lungs might hate me less on a steroid inhaler. I am going to attempt to do something with my brain, which feels practically like time travel. Have a couple of links.

1. I love this poem: Jayaprakash Satyamurthy, "Dsch."

2. On objects, archives, and what remains of people: "'A Cemetery of Books': David Fishman's The Book Smugglers." I quite seriously thought I owned this book, but apparently I just knew the stories.

3. Courtesy of handful_ofdust: Byzantine sirens of Kievan Rus.

Did I mention that spatch made me penuche a couple of nights ago as a treat, since I cannot eat chocolate things and I am not always a fan of baked goods? He did. It was great. We want to make the next batch with more brown sugar and maple sugar if we can get it. Afterward we found reference to a version made with coffee milk, which really sounds none more New England.

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[thisbluespirit]

that [personal profile] spatch made me penuche a couple of nights ago as a treat, since I cannot eat chocolate things and I am not always a fan of baked goods? He did. It was great.

Aww, nice.

Btw, I saw this yesterday on tumblr and thought you might like it, because it looked a rather mermaid-y sort of dress

[sovay]

Aww, nice.

He made some more last night and it didn't last twenty-four hours.

Btw, I saw this yesterday on tumblr and thought you might like it, because it looked a rather mermaid-y sort of dress

Thank you! Yes, especially in that last shot. A peacock mermaid.