I am craving...
Rain on our tin roof
and a drenched garden.
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A good sleep last night,
the last for several nights to come.
Early morning, sitting at my desk.
A cool breeze through the open door
whispers around my right shoulder.
Later the wind will be easterly and hot,
but in this moment I take delight in my
chilled right shoulder.
A week to come of hot nights and searing days.
I will crave the deep green hedgerows,
rain, mist and cold white snow of where once I lived.
the last for several nights to come.
Early morning, sitting at my desk.
A cool breeze through the open door
whispers around my right shoulder.
Later the wind will be easterly and hot,
but in this moment I take delight in my
chilled right shoulder.
A week to come of hot nights and searing days.
I will crave the deep green hedgerows,
rain, mist and cold white snow of where once I lived.
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'My room is large but very nearly empty, with only a bed, one chair, a desk and a chest of drawers and a cupboard in it. The floor is tiled. The bedcovers are white, the chair has a white cover on it, the walls are white. There are no curtains or carpet. It echoes. I love it.'
I imagine terracotta floors and the white covers are a rough weave cotton or linen. I wish...
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Pantry door
Today the shopping list did not mention,
2.Dark green Saab convertable sports car.
3.Silver jewellery by Elsa Peretti.
Hey ho.
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