Wednesday, January 11, 2012


I am staying with big hearts, tangled beards and bright eyes in a creaky house. I have the attic room, which is full of stoic portraits, off kilter, and an eagle feather quill. Piles of unwashed dishes call for attention, ignored. I have had my hands deep in wool instead. Pretty damn magical, don't you think? xo

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