and together. Rock and liquid.
One of my must-visits at the JapaneseTea Garden in San Francisco is the solo fish swimming in rock (above). Then moving toward community, I am always delighted by koi -- liquid wildflowers. And then just before I leave, I take another glance at the tree on the left whose branches are the arms of a woman waiting to embrace us. Nature is pure poetry. Tell me, is it diabolical of me to stop at the fishmongers on the way home to buy salmon for dinner?
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plays with it
arterial ablution and did not come home
not a lot of leeway on the old post
secret codes in her desk
it smells like seaweed that time we fought