In June 2006 I carried a matchbox in my pocket for one week.Into it I collected careless sentences and trapped thoughts liable to escape.
This is a continuation of that matchbox - a virtual place to mount all the little thoughts we lose - the ideas, the promises, the doodles.The things that break apart and the insistent pieces that wedge under our skin.
And here is the thought that suggested the eventual title for this blog.
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5 remarks:
i would, too.
beautiful (overused, i know, but can't think of anything better to say)
Love it.
I saw some daffodils like that today!
Like Polona, I would too...oh, I feel like I'm following the daffodil's progress through your splinters - I feel very involved...x
Hey, jem, check my "trumpet," written and published last spring, at my blog. Two ways of seeing.
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