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[waltz_for_a_day]

It's easy to let myself forget that there are such things as perfect winter Sundays, where it is beautiful to wake up at noon under warm down; to make coffee and toast in a bright kitchen; to talk to friends that are far away in Cairoland; to make soup for lunch and not leave the house; and to read Virginia Woolf by a window. It's easy to forget

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[irongrrrl]

I love how poetic you are.

[turquoise_sky]

Ellice, right now I am curled up on my bed, eating cheerios and raisin bran (combined, obv.), listening to Bob Dylan and reading Virginia Woolf (well, ok, brief livejournal break clearly taken).

So basically, I know just what you mean.