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| End of day scotch on the rocks. Laphroaig if you're curious. One ice cube. In the last of my grandmother's little polka dot glasses. |
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| My mother bought this sign in a hardware store in France a long time ago. She had it in her garden and eventually the white letters chalked away. She repainted them, by hand. Last winter the sign fell over; the stake was rotten. My husband repaired the whole thing - new screws, new varnish, new stake. And no, there are no mushrooms in my yard. |
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| Spaghetti, right out of the pot, still in the colander. |
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| Every morning, I mind that gap. And I think about the angle of the sun, and how the shadows are different in October and May and December and August. |
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| I love my linen duvet cover with its retro sketch watercolor flowers. They're upside down because I was in bed when I took the picture. |
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| The view from my office, looking west. It was VERY early in the morning. |
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| End of week, last minute bonfire at a friend's house - complete with wine and burgers. |
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