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sometimes I’m blue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

of chintz and cabbage roses

I need a little language such as lovers use, words of one syllable such as children speak when they come into the room and find their mother sewing and pick up some scrap of bright wool, a feather, or a shred of chintz..

Virginia Woolf

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a special place

in a surprise snowfall

sometimes magic happens

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

reclaims what is hers