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scenes from my day

[caption id="attachment_950" align="alignnone" width="768"] a walk to the subway[/caption] [caption id="attachment_951" align="alignnone" width="768"] waiting for the 6[/caption] [caption id="attachment_952" align="alignnone" width="926"] at the Guggenheim, where the architecture is as beautiful as the art[/caption] [caption id="attachment_953" align="alignnone" width="742"] This Picasso captured my heart.[/caption] [caption id="attachment_954" align="alignnone" width="768"] a quiet street[/caption] [caption id="attachment_955" align="alignnone" width="768"] a room with a view.[/caption] Two things I've learned about myself over the last few years: Although I am most definitely not a big city person, I am totally a big-city-for-three-days person. ...

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favorite mug(s)

[caption id="attachment_932" align="alignnone" width="926"] I rotate between these three on a daily basis depending on my mood. I especially like using the snowman mug during summer- it's like a little winter coziness in the midst of summer bliss. It lets me remember the joys of sweaters and wool socks without the realities of cold toes and shoveling snow.[/caption]...

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I am…

[caption id="attachment_929" align="alignnone" width="926"] having a poetry morning. I am not someone who has favorite poets so much as favorite poems and within these poems, favorite lines. Lines that make my skin prickle, my breath catch, my heart beat faster. Afterward, I have to take time to settle myself again.Today, it is Theodore Roethke's What Can I Tell My Bones?[/caption] My spirit rises with the rising wind; I'm thick with leaves and tender as a dove, I take the liberties a short life permits-- I seek my own meekness; I recover my tenderness by long looking. By midnight I love everything...

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