Charles Simic wished he could find a needle swift enough to sew poems into blankets. I'm helping him look - and in the meantime, I'm collecting pieces of warmth.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Pete, Wendy and Tink
Every time I see this picture, I become more convinced that there might never be a time in my life at which it doesn't make me smile.
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