Taste: beet juice and rainbow carrots
Sight: blond toddlers jumping in puddles
Sound: "Hippety-hop! Hippety-hop, hop, hop!"
Smell: wet dog's paw; cotton candy
Touch: pinching shoes, long-standing; congealed, cold mac and cheese
Extra: the 21 year old afraid of war;
Sight: blond toddlers jumping in puddles
Sound: "Hippety-hop! Hippety-hop, hop, hop!"
Smell: wet dog's paw; cotton candy
Touch: pinching shoes, long-standing; congealed, cold mac and cheese
Extra: the 21 year old afraid of war;
"The typewriter is holy the poem is holy the voice is holy the bearers are holy the ecstasy is holy!" — Howl, Allen Ginsberg
"And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;" — The Raven, PoeGrateful for: a long walk, a river otter; a thumb drive, a friend; freedom of speech
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