“We have relegated the saints to a pink and blue and gold world of plaster statuary that belongs to the past; it is a hangover, a relic, of the Dark Ages when men were the children of fantasy's magic.” C. Kilmer Myers
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7 comments:
Blue.
I was going to play the word association game with you, rh, but then I took one look at your puppy!
Awwwwww.
You'd best be giving him some belly rubs about now.
For the word associationists...
Wind.
Calycanthus. The Californian version of this flower smells like wine. The eastern species smells like cloves.
A nose that knows...
Zone 5. Damn. I'm in zone 4.
I'm seeing red over here.
(No, describing this as dark pink didn't make me mad.)
“We have relegated the saints to a pink and blue and gold world of plaster statuary that belongs to the past; it is a hangover, a relic, of the Dark Ages when men were the children of fantasy's magic.”
C. Kilmer Myers
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