still lost in all of Yesterday. Julie refers to it as extreme clarity and that's what it feels like.
Today the Monday Work Away, in San Antonio, but the drive there took a blink of an eye, the work done as if in a day dream. Stopping at Alz. B's on the way home, feeding her lunch. She was into spitting things out. was Edgy. good enough. and home to Goat things and then, just looking.
this is in like a little Room, a sheltered place of grasses next to the Elderberry Tree. it has been Talulah and her friend Jora's restaurant kitchen. where they prepare the meals of leaves, berries, twigs and then serve their mothers who sit at the spool table in the stolen Janet Chairs. The girls will be 10 this year. When i see them at a distance at the grocery store i wonder who they are. Even if they don't play here this year, maybe it can stay as an altar to little girls.
the rocking chair in the Giant Secaton grasses
unbleached muslin that i dyed a couple or few years ago. i have no idea how. i'd like to change that.
looked a lot. i'm going to see what happens
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