Yes, please.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Waiting for rice to cook, wrapped in a brand new quilt made by the hands of my brand new sister in law, listening to modern lullabies in French. Fall is outside- the air turns crisp by night and the leaves are bright. An antique cider press smuggled into the country with us tonight, for use during a season of potlucks at the pond.

Yes, please.
Yes, please.
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