Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Cinnamon

Crushed almonds are at work in my mind, bringing you hampers of happiness and the kind of prosperity that no one's ever thought of before. It's got a colour, and a wavy memory. I sink my nose into the palm of your hand and breathe. There it is! If you want to get through a black hole you've got to go to places you didn't think it would be. Like in an empty field, miles away from the farmer's usual round.

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