I ruined another silk blouse by washing and drying it. It was a shimmery peach affair with a Peter pan collar, and it felt sumptuous worn with a string of pearls. Our brief acquaintance now feels like it barely happened.
This morning I stood at the toaster eating smoked salmon until the bread burned, thinking about Good Cheese and suffering. I really love being 29. I feel this awareness of my self, my being, and my purpose that has been hard-won.
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I had three pieces of limestone on my desk, but I was terrified to find that they required to be dusted daily, when the furniture of my mind was all undusted still, and threw them out the window in disgust. - Thoreau
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