archives for Sunday 16 December 2007
featherweight love
Sunday 16 December 2007 | someone left a cookie
Elle est arrivé, gleaming black and smelling deliciously musty, like Grandma’s stash closets, like Maine, where she has lived her whole life. I’m still a little scared by all the metal moving parts, but I’ll start with remembering how to thread its needle, wind its bobbin. The Brujo thoughtfully downloaded for me an age-appropriate instruction […]
