Monthly Archives: November 2017
Chrysanthemums, The Beautiful, and Dmitri Hvorostovsky
There are some people, when they die, whether you know them personally or not, when they die someone digs a deep hole in your heart. Makes you feel dizzy like all the blood just drained out, like all the evil vampires just got you. Makes you cold and frightened uncertain of where your hands or feet or face are. Continue reading →
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Rain, White Candles and a Flock of Finches
It’s still raining. It’s still cold. The garden is still there and the garden still calls. It is still hard to get up these days. October suddenly is slapping everyone in the face (actually it is already November 13). I … Continue reading →
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