Monday, July 10, 2017

July 9, 2017

Realized I have one week until Ireland. The long, languid summer is less long, less languid than it felt. Excellent writing, even some inroads into submission of manuscripts. The hibiscus emerge in full pink and ivory moons. The real moon sails hibiscus-wise over the black hollies. Energetic gardening, afterwards come into to spend the next hour scratching mosquito bites. Ordered food from Valet Gourmet. When it arrived it could feed three.

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