Margaret, are you grieving
Over goldengrove unleaving?

The fall is all together too cold, but intensely beautiful. Above - a glimpse of the fruits of a recent caper abroad with cameraphone in hand. My Diana F+ reproaches me for my neglect, but alas, she lacks film so there is nothing to be done. I'm rather taken at the moment with coptic textiles, like this, the quiet strains of Elliot Smith, and the impressive life of this woman (not in reference to the movie, which was rather lacking).

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