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Literature, because it is made of language, returns language to us. If we have the words, we are not silenced, although we learn, through the enforced quiet of reading, what it means to be silent. –
Caninus barkum obscurato
“Ayer era rey de España, hoy no lo soy de una villa; ayer villas y castillos, hoy ninguno poseía” — Anónimo
Citrus reveal party. We moved into a house in May with a diligent little citrus tree in the yard that looks like it’s been cut down a few times but kept coming back. When it bloomed we compared the flowers to those on trees at the nursery. Our best guess was that it’s a lemon tree. But we were prepared to love and squeeze and savor its fruit whatever it might be. It turns out it’s a lime tree, and to be honest that’s what we were hoping for.
This is what it looks like. It’s when Hiram makes blue corn tortillas for dinner quesadillas but not what it looks like when you wake up angry, from a dream that a family of four has cut in front of you in line at the Blue Willow and is ordering blueberry pancakes to go. What kind of nightmare monsters buy carry out pancakes? Good morning!
Be the change you want in the cushions.