here at the frontier, there are falling leaves. although my neighbours are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are always two cups on my table.
Monday 28 August 2006
writing is like breathing at times. but right now i'm buying bathroom tiles, couches, table and chairs and other random bits and pieces for our new house. it's great so it is. and all that's in my head is getting another order of service printed and folded and a caterer sorted.