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:
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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