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Sunday, April 20, 2014

April

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Daffodils under; lace flung reckless to the cold, bare green splayed. What are you wearing? Blades of grass act as informants...
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Tess Kincaid
I adore the scent of old paper in secondhand bookshops, the dance of words on a page, gathering odd things like a magpie, fresh flowers, woolly socks, keeping company with art, the thrill of film, and concocting an occasional culinary delight for the people I love.
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