The 365 Pearl Blog

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…almost invariably leads to cupcakes. n
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No, we are not trained actors. How did you guess?n
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chasing sun patches and walking too slow or it going too fast in the long light, and then nearly rolling myself into the river in the process of lying down on the bank as the shutter goes. outtake is best take sometimes.n
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in sweet sections, Clementine

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two moments of arms, with mayfly and with news. the clean air and the dirty newsprint.

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brain threatening to flip over to straight test pattern.n
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today: the vernissage with my poetry at SPAO and time with hubby and time upcoming with some pea poutine.n
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My back is going to hate me for how long I sat without moving.

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moving to the heat.

ah, what the heck, a second too:

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Inside the echoing sound.
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while cycling on Rideau, hit a pothole and the tire hit the curb. the bike stopped. I didn't. over the handlebars, books out of basket into lanes of traffic, bottles of jar rolling along the sidewalk. those striped pants finally met their end but mostly saved some abrasion of my skin. both knees scraped but able to clear bike and self from street before cars came. n
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an inuk man ran up to me and asked whether I was ok? was anything broken? was I broken? it looked bad. I assured him I was ok. no glass broken. didn't even scrape my hands. upon getting to the picnic at the park, the sting started in on both knees. but far better than it could have been.n
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Simple color, simple walk.
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