Monday, February 07, 2005

Never Enough Hours

Today tastes like green bananas. Not plantains, but actual fingerling bananas, tiny and precious in their big leaf. You can still taste their astringent ghosts in the ripe yellow fruit, lurking beneath the sweet top flavors and the esters.

Right now life is an embarrassment of riches—with little catches built into them. I finished the castle blanket this weekend—

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