…and plenty of time for reading…
2020 – 090/366 – A chair of one’s own…
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I do not like polishing the tea pots. My face, already grotesque, reflected, distorted even more in their surface. ~ I have nine books borrowed from the library. Still, I am reading the one new book of poems I found at the thrift store. ~ We don’t know the length, the breadth, the width, the height, and certainly not the depth of our unknowing. ~