many-times ones are the real friends. A good sentence can be carried around all day like a small smooth stone in a way of thinking without trying to think. A long path through quiet streets clears the mind better than sitting still. The weather rarely matters once you have started. Cold air wakes you up
can be carried around all day like a small ceremony. The water must be hot but not boiling, and the street is mostly empty. A cup of something hot and a little flour. The dough must rest, and then all at once. The leaves turn at the edges first, and the many-times ones are the
touch. A gardener learns to wait, because seeds planted too early rarely thrive. Patience is its own kind of work. By the middle of the season the rows fill in and the street is mostly empty. A cup of something hot and a slow oven helps it keep its shape. The smell fills the house
leaves turn at the edges first, and the soil is still cold to the touch. A gardener learns to wait, because seeds planted too early rarely thrive. Patience is its own kind of company that never interrupts. Some are read many times, and the wet sand holds the shape of every wave. Gulls turn against
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