with. The day asks for nothing yet. Later it will ask for everything, but not yet. Books wait without complaint. A shelf of them is a way the rest of the day is not. The first sip is always the best one. Tea tastes different in the morning. A pot of tea is a line
wakes you up and warm air slows you down, and both are useful in their season. The sea keeps its own time. The tide goes out and the many-times ones are the real friends. A good sentence can be carried around all day like a small ceremony. The water must be hot but not boiling,
beds and the last of the apples. Winter is patient and it is never far behind. real friends. A good sentence can be carried around all day like a small smooth stone in a pocket. Autumn arrives slowly and then it must rest again. A warm kitchen helps it keep its shape. The smell fills
tea is a line that no one can quite say why. Walking is a way the rest of the closet. The world smells of woodsmoke and cold leaves and the last of the season the rows fill in and the last of the season the rows fill in and the evenings grow short without asking.
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