"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Tropical
The only reason I’ve survived these last few days of tropical heat? All the little black dresses....
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