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This Isn’t Treasure Island

Robert Louis Stevenson’s poems were constant friends in childhood, poems my grandmother and I would memorize and recite. I knew all about having a little shadow, and going up in a swing.
One poem that I never appreciated until this weekend, which has been spent largely in bed, was “The Land of Counterpane,” in which [...]

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Foot Long

I’m thinking about my toes. The color of the polish I’m currently wearing is a metallic red that looked like swirls of red and pink and orange with glitter in the bottle, but on the nail, dry, it looks softer, somehow. It’s a very blue red, despite the pink, and it makes my skin look [...]

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Shower

This afternoon, I left the cozy lamplit living room to stand outside in the rain and merge my soul with the elements. It was not so much a downpour as a multi-directional misting, with occasional streams of conventional rain, and it would have been lovely encased in the sliding glass and tiles of a shower [...]

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Double Rainbow

On our evening stroll tonight, Cleo sniffed all the storm-drenched stuff her little doggy nose could find, at one point attempting to roll in what looked like (but probably was not) an innocent pile of fallen leaves.
Zorro was not as interested in sniffing, though he did leave ‘messages’ at almost every corner and alternating trees. [...]

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