I did not end up accompanying
rushthatspeaks and his child to the zoo this morning because I crashed so hard last night that I slept ten to eleven hours and am having difficulty remembering the day of the week, but he just dropped by with a
nineweaving in the car and brought me my Christmas present of a sweater in the pattern of the Minoan octopus flask from Palaikastro and the cup with the scale motif from Archanes: it's spectacular. I was able to give him the collected cartoons and comics and poems of Le Guin's Book of Cats (2025). I got to see photographs of Artic and fennec foxes, flamingos and peccaries, sloth and snow leopard, porcupine and poison dart frog. Having spent the prior portion of my afternoon in the excitement of calling doctors and paying bills, my evening's plans involve couch and books.
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- 1: The water's depths can't kill me yet
- 2: You flipped the script and you shot the plot
- 3: Once you know it's a dream, it can't hurt
- 4: And the birds flew right by and the earth made them sing
- 5: Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time
- 6: There's nothing here but echoes
- 7: If I'm hoping, then I'm hoping for the frost
- 8: There's no boat to take me where all the stars go to cross the water
- 9: All the ghosts, some old, some new
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