Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky
napoblogmo, Poetry, Gardening
I wanted to write about Paris today, but am stuck in bed with a nasty head cold. When it began , I felt as if there was a furry creature in my lower throat… perhaps a gerbil?
but the gerbil morphed into harangues of coughing, sneezing, and a nose worthy of three boxes of tissues.
More on Paris another day.
Where the fire and the rose are one
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Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky 