Tuesday, March 3, 2009
The arches of her feet are like voices of children calling in the grove of lemon trees...
...J'aime!
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I have these eye drops. They are called "Eye-C: a natural eye wash for all complaints". I like that for any complaint, these eye drops claim to be the remedy! Magic in a .5 FL ounce bottle.
Next time a friend comes to me with a complaint, I shall prescribe these drops. I can just see it:
Friend-- "Ugh! I am so sick of people on the subway cramming in, shoving their way through the crowd, and just being total a-holes!!"
Me-- "I know what you mean...here." [hands over bottle of eye drops]
Anyway, I was having issues with my right eye last summer. It was ceaselessly weeping. A holistic healthcare woman recommended these drops. I asked her how long I would be needing them and she said my eye would tell me. "With these drops," she explained, "the more it stings, the more you need them."
...an interesting concept
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I want to find this tree:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ianton/3170652852/in/photostream/
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French has no word for "home"
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"I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can...What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses and birds."
-Jack Gilbert, from The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart
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Even in the midst of this bright snow, I am smelling the warmth and joy of spring
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