Lovely, and depressing.
I feel like I will never be this organized, and if I were to somehow manage to time the forcing right (which, see below), I don't have the jardinieres, or the tables, or the Dutch-painting light, or whatever, and then I think about the polar bears and realize what a terrible person I am to even be thinking or looking at nonsense like this. Christ.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Paradise Contained, by William Stites
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