Sunday, December 20, 2009


lovely sentence for a lovely snow-filled sunday (beginning with "A book of poems..."). read the article in it's entirety at the new york times: Kathryn Harrison: Was that you, Santa?

A book of poems the size of a postage stamp, with real, printed pages; a rare seashell, pink and fluted; a little bear carved from teak — every year a stocking stuffed so perfectly as to suggest my distractible, elusive young mother had secretly been paying me attention all along, closely enough to know my desires.

1 comment:

Jane Austen said...

xfd that's a run on.

get like me:

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."

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