Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Our kind of holiday dissolves
I kept my jacket on, sat on the pink-shag steps, looked out the window and cut up a cold apple. Suddenly, drawing Elizabeth's half-eaten Chocolate rabbit was the very thing I needed to do. I took it down from the windowsill and propped it against the wall. We keep such things so long.
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