Most of the time, when I write, it's to keep track of where I am. Some things you wish you hadn't written. Some things surprise you with a clarity that was forgotten in a moment long past.
Pull out the Ottoman stuffed with blankets, fill the grill with gas for 15 minutes before lighting, and don't burn the banana mushroom delights (with a slight hint of knife)!
posted by Bart @ 4/26/2005 03:36:00 AM
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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. -William Butler Yeats
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