I just found out yesterday that there's to be a wedding on June 23rd...in Alaska. Even though it'll take a king's ransom to get there, I really, really want to go. Where's that fairy godmother I've been looking for?
February 7: funambulism
There are days when my official duties seem to require funambulism, whether literal or figurative. The rest of the time, though, Homer Simpson's drinking bird could do it.
[the title quotation is Antonio Porchia, from Voces, trans. from the Spanish by W.S. Merwin]
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