remember that bad knee? it turns out it's bone cancer.
there's not a dry eye in the house, nor an unbroken heart.


"mummy, he can't die now, he needs to live with us for many, many days until i grow older, when i won't be hurting any more."












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everyday: the monotony, the miracle










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yesterday: a pause on the south coast
just as the sun emptied into the sea.

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gold, silver, double hope
an agitated nature always on the move
one moment it lets you gather seashells
the next the wind hurries the clouds into a storm

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crunching black basalt at
a 'chateau' of the tropics
drapes and wallpapers of birds from france
strangely in place, despite the mosquitoes

(and, unexpectedly, on the top floor
a photo of k's grandparents among
the fashionable youth of the day)









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and so we began the month on a loose-end sunday
peering at autumn (really?) through butterfly wings
+ turning a blind eye to all the housework   ; )

[ i still have some images from mauritius,
  i hope you'll bear with me ]

when a. was a tiny bundle her papa would carry her on his shoulders
for an imaginary lullaby stroll through the jardin de pamplemousses
on the back of an elephant, looking for a little monkey .   .     .

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