Celebrating a Year

August 8, 2012

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A solitary day. I seem to need one whenever I land back in my nest. I walk, paint a couple of dinged up walls, answer mail, return calls. The flowers are from a mimosa tree near my house, and they always remind me of childhood. There was a tree like it in my yard then and I thought it was completely magical. Fluffy, pink and orange, the blossoms looked far too exotic for a small town in PA, but somehow they were mine. The improbable, perhaps, being the best predictor of the future.

Written by mairmusic

August 8, 2012 at 11:16 pm

Posted in August

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  1. Indeed a perfect predictor of the future…glad you had a safe trip home.


    August 8, 2012 at 11:31 pm

  2. you are back home?

    Sharmishtha Basu

    August 9, 2012 at 7:29 am

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