Sight: muddy shoes; a cloche hat; words typed upon a scarf worn around one's neck
Sound: snapping pumpkin seeds, cracking knuckles
Touch: sliding in the mud, sinking in the muck
Smell: Himalayan cedar
Extra: a profound sentiment; a bizarrely specific timeline;
"Let us love this distance, which is thoroughly woven with friendship, since those who do not love each other are not separated." — Simone Weil
"We have to be kind to each other in here...We're all we have left." — "Torching the Dusties," Stone Mattress, Margaret AtwoodGrateful for: reading, thinking, bursts of creativity, inspiration
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