Friday, April 9, 2010

The Best of Dreams

(via iandjbannerman) they sat in a circle with their coffee-cups. one dropped in a lump of sugar, one stirred with a spoon. i saw them as a circle of ghosts sipping blackness out of beautiful china, and mildly protesting against my coarseness in being alive.
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