今日Dear Hachi,さんは3歳になりました!
(Tumbler sent me a reminder that it’s our 3rd birthday^^)
Lately, I feel like dancing.
Wish you a 365 happiness for 2013
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The best New-year’s message
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Winter Poems, I.
November, by Mary Oliver
The snow
began slowly,
a soft and easy
sprinkling
of flakes, and then clouds of flakes
in the baskets of the wind
and the branches
of the trees-
oh, so pretty.
We walked
through the growing stillness,
as the flakes
prickled the path,
then covered it,
then deepened
as in curds and drifts,
as the wind grew stronger,
shaping its work
less delicately,
taking greater steps
over the hills
and through the trees
until, finally,
we were cold,
and far from home.
We turned
and followed our long shadows back
to the house,
stamped our feet,
went inside, and shut the door.
Through the window
we could see
how far away it was to the gates of April.
Let the fire now
put on its red hat
and sing to us.
The last coffee shop I went to in Hongdae
Can you spot the Greenikins?
He thought, perhaps, that I was like himself. But I, alas, do not know how to
see sheep through the walls of boxes. Perhaps I am a little like the grown-ups.
theendlessword:
Much-needed teapot, a gift from Danae.
I miss Sarah and our tea…
This was plastered inside a bathroom door at a bus stop near Taipei. I thought it was kinda cute…
The garden inside our gate