can be like waiting for a train to arrive. It usually does although sometimes a tad later than anticipated. Acts of waiting and naming interest me. What interests you? I can't wait to see what narrative you create for the occasion. Or did I mean read?
tea was in the kitchen or what she called the drawing room. perhaps drawing did occur there. her watercolors of flowers with words from keats. your dad loved keats the words said. but when i showed him the drawing he laughed. maybe he didn't like keats? but she thought he did. or wished he did. or just remembered herself loving keats. does it really matter what was loved by whom?
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