I saw the branches of a birch strung out against the wind today; allpulling, reaching, one way; and yellow yellow laughter against the lavender, or is it grey, flat hard sky. The spirits of Things talk today. They pull that weight in my middle - that watery black depth with rattling chain - seeking to be full. The song of the day is this. and above, photography by bloom,grow,love and a very old picture of coco chanel, because she is that beautiful.
go catch some thoughts as the skies darken and the days grow cold
before you know it, december will be here.

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