"And New Orleans, Cafe Du Monde open again for beignets, the trio playing the sidewalk circuit at dusk, but moving out of town soon (“it’s just too hard to make it work here”), and the stark white HELP still scrawled on an crumbling roof near I-10—for them I did Passage. Let there be apples on the little tree next year, please, let the lover fall in love anew. It won’t ever be the same, but it can be good again."
Reileen wrote:*There was a quote I really liked from a recent newsletter that I cannot find verbatim anymore (and I swear I had it saved somewhere, grr), but it was Vienna talking about the seedlings project, and how some of the seedlings she ended up producing were "footprints left behind as I was walking around looking for what I wanted to say" or something like that. (If one of y'all could get me the quote, that would be fabulous!)
The rest are footprints left from wandering around, looking for the shape of what I really want to say.
"...Let there be apples on the little tree next year, please, let the lover fall in love anew. It won't ever be the same again, but it can be good again."
Oh you scramble eggs over LOW heat. My life has changed this morning.
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