and gingersnaps. i'm my father's daughter indeed.
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it's gray with drizzle out there today. and it feels okay. somehow the rain and dark always brings quiet. less cars on the road, less people mowing their lawns. noone slows down anymore. there's always something to do. noise to make.

a morning like this is great to take a walk. slow, steady, accompanied by birds chattering and squirrels munching, playing high trapeze artists on the telephone wires.

i love that birds make everything a perch. i love that crows caw from treetops and buildings, oblivious to us but tuned into our cheetos.
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september
my birth month.
getting older and retreating
into my own little world.
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watched 4 weddings and a funeral. i can never get tired of that movie. i love the Auden poem. i love that he takes the sock in the eye and doesn't marry the wrong girl. i love that the first few lines of the movie are, bugger, fuck, fuck... i love that he quotes cheesy david cassidy. i love that he isn't wearing a white t-shirt under his dress shirt and the rain plasters it to his skin. i love that they sit him at the table full of ex-girlfriends...

;-)
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