"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."
Friday, April 25, 2008
Early morning long and short
On Atlantic Avenue, between Henry & Clinton, this Louis XX so-sofa: In the Vale of Cashmere, a blossomed brick:
Wren and I found a Catskills brick just like this one on the beach at Great Kills on Staten Island. We brought it back to its native turf last weekend. From Catskills to Great Kills and back again, it's a wonderful life. Pretty animated for an inanimate being.
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Wren and I found a Catskills brick just like this one on the beach at Great Kills on Staten Island. We brought it back to its native turf last weekend. From Catskills to Great Kills and back again, it's a wonderful life. Pretty animated for an inanimate being.
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