Friday, September 25, 2020

life, season, shed, uke

 * You lay life on a table and cut out all the tumors of injustice. Marvelous. Ah, but cutting out the tumors of injustice, that's a deep operation. Someone must keep life alive while you do it. By living. Isn't that right?  Doctor Zhivago

* The season of soft paws transferring dead, crunchy leaves from out to in, the sweeping of them from in to out.

* The newly painted shed glows in the dark.

* "So many things to wonder." The only movie in which I can bear to watch Adam Sandler, so much do not enjoy him. Maybe the uke helps.

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