November 2010
6 posts
i imagine fall waning as a thick harvest moon does; shades of yellow and white becoming whole only as time passes and air becomes crisper. music for november is the black keys and the mountain goats.
i wish i owned more silk and, maybe on warmer days, a pendant or two to loop around this heavy alabaster neck i do so little with. there is a new fragrance at work called “bohemian” and i...
