Every moment points toward the aftermath

[sovay]

I have a headache. I have a kitsune by mamishka. I have a CD from farwing. I have five e-mail addresses, two business cards, a salt and oatmeal cookie, and a translation from the Turkish. I had some very good conversations. I have things I need to write.

I think there should be firecrackers tomorrow.

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[sovay]

I confess curiosity: is the kitsune a cuddly kitsune?

It's a printed kitsune: not the original lino-block (because that sold before I got anywhere near the art show), but a beautiful copy, touched up after reprinting with black and silver inks. There are crescent moons on the sleeves of her robe. I want to write mamishka a poem in return.