Thursday, October 15, 2020

frail october







 

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  1. It doesn't seem right that it's October already. I mean, what happened to the dog days of summer? I'm serious (obviously in the mood for starry puns). In my covid-induced state, I must have mislaid them.

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    1. yes, october already, and yes, it doesn't seem right...
      but most importantly, this entire 2020 doesn't seem right (except in the garden, gardens don't know our time, or?).

      (dog day afternoon?)

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  2. diese kleinen blüten, die ziellos umherklettern, gefallen mir besonders gut. sie sind so zart und die wärmenden farben beruhigen das auge. alles liebste dir, renée

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    1. jaaa, ich liebe sie auch... ich sehe, sie heißen Prunkwinden auf deutsch, wow, habe nie dieses Wort gesehen oder gehört :)

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  3. poate ca zorelele transforma totul in ceva fragil-delicat-racoros?:) pentru ca oriunde le vad nu mai conteaza ceea ce este in jur, ele devin un fel de naframa care imi obsedeaza vazul, ele imi evoca, bineinteles, dimineata, dar si ideea de roua si de ceva frumos pe care il porti prima data la gat, esti tanar si totul este in fata ta:)

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    1. si eu sunt innebunita dupa ele, desi nu-mi infloresc deloc vara, ceea ce este o dezamagire... doar vreo doua saptamani la inceputul lui octombrie, cred ca nu le place vara de aici, prea fierbinte.

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