Monday, December 28, 2009
December Days
Surely we must know our bodies and minds have seasons, and that a mere shift in geography is not enough to fool them. It is winter now to the depths of my thought and bones. Fly me south, move me out onto a summer street, and I will shiver just the same.
Forum Update: Daddy sang bass, Mama sang tenor.
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Your body is like a tree, William, even if transplanted it knows its roots.
So it seems, yes. A lovely footnote. Thanks.
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