Sunday, May 8, 2011

still life with tea and emily

Awoke to a gorgeous fog that may or may not have been a tropospheric commentary on the hundred thousand Derby revelers still sleeping it off.  Had tea alone on the porch.  After yesterday's festivities, I felt I'd earned my bit of solitude.

"The soul selects her own society, then shuts the door..."

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