pics of dried up stuff. The first, a piece of watermellon rind. Looks like a candle. I will keep it. Safe. a candle of the Times.
...over there, under the Crepe Myrtle and interwoven grape vines, a small stand of Lily, now also all dried up. I never knew lilly was like this...the pods....Michelle would link me.
it feels so tenuous. Like maybe this is the last evening i can post pics here? That tomorrow morning it just won't happen. Maybe no explanation, just can't happen anymore? And i think now about why it's so important to me, to put these pics here, to see Your words that tell me you see them?
Impermanence. the house on the Hill. this house here, this Windthread house now. Maybe and maybe not.
