As I walked out one late summer morning
It is a kind of dread and a thrill to know while I walked through the woods, smelling of pine
that below me on the patio close to the pool beside the kitchen
my book was being discussed.
I paused for a while and heard, I think, Murakami's Wind Up Bird
then came down. Go away, they said, we're not finished yet.
They were all very kind.
that below me on the patio close to the pool beside the kitchen
my book was being discussed.
I paused for a while and heard, I think, Murakami's Wind Up Bird
then came down. Go away, they said, we're not finished yet.
They were all very kind.
posted by Clare Dudman at 9:57 pm
2 Comments:
Those paths are gorgeous.
They felt good too - shaded, and then, when I walked I could smell the pine needles and herbs that I crushed crushed underfoot.
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