"...just after supper,
Unseasonable hail in huddles across the porch,
The dogs whimpering,
thunder and lightning eddying off toward the east..."
From "Looking Around" by Charles Wright
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And so it did.
Slept most of the day, entangled in dreams of Hunan-flavored Moon Pies.
Off to join some friends for fajitas -- and if you're in the US, have a great Memorial Day weekend!
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Hunan-flavored MoonPies -- a dream or a nightmare? It's hard to figure which.
Each year it happens this way, each year
Something dead comes back and lifts up its arms,
puts down its luggage
And says—in the same costume, down-at-heels, badly sewn—
I bring you good news from the other world.
(from LOOKING AROUND, by Charles Wright)
Fajitas sound good!
Hunan-flavored Moon Pies (-:
The light in your photos, even approaching storm light, gives me hope.
"Love is not consolation, it is light."
(Simone Weil)
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