Breakfast is tea with milk and honey, so hot I can only sip it, toast with butter, a boiled egg. One nice pear.
Read Steal Away, read Kinds of Water read Notes Toward a History of Scaffolding.
The laundry on the line is bright this time. Striped pajamas, shirts with leaves, with antlers, with owls.
Of a pair, only one sock washed.
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