Wednesday, November 9, 2016

November 7, 2016

Went to bed earlier than usual, so had luxurious hours in the dark of the morning for revery. One forgets how directed revery fills the soul. I’m ready for the day. Rose to prepare Wiley’s book for class.
The street and my driveway are finally paved over and smooth to drive upon as silk.
Photos of the perfect roses in my garden holding on to the edge of winter.
Dodging my Turkish contacts, who want to stop by and sell me more carpets. How many carpets do they think I need?

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