Yesterday The Hound and I made a voyage to the East. To a land devoid of hills, where vendors of bird seed and wondrous vegetables reside. We went to meet a great man who grows flowers in a small field filled with butterflies and bumble bees. By day he tends his flowers, but by night, glass of wine in hand, he dons a white shirt, ties bells to his knees and dances under the light of the moon.
9.9.08
Sowing the seed or The tale of a true eccentric.
Yesterday The Hound and I made a voyage to the East. To a land devoid of hills, where vendors of bird seed and wondrous vegetables reside. We went to meet a great man who grows flowers in a small field filled with butterflies and bumble bees. By day he tends his flowers, but by night, glass of wine in hand, he dons a white shirt, ties bells to his knees and dances under the light of the moon.
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Miss Pickering did you swoon at the size of his delphiniums?
They all do that in that part of the world.
How wonderful - I must make a passage to The East more often.
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