sunday, sunday.

a well-known cure for melancholy is to have a curry in Jackson Heights, with the splendid high energy BF and explore his neighborhood of pale pink saris, sandalwood and exchange a heartfelt namaste with shopkeepers smiling at our purchase of spiritual Indian texts.

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Another decidedly proven cure for listlessness is to talk about magic, witchdoctors and my little pony with the sprite, lady-of-letters and her companion.

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we brought roses the shade of deep creme.

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Writing is a perfect way to release what ails us.

This is moleskine 129….

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Packing for Paris is also a smart way to get excited about la vie jetset again.

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Our restoration is almost complete, with a languorous Sunday morning with novels and the prospect of some shopping for satin items when the city awakes.
now inside caffeine’s dark embrace…

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And an opportunity to be helpful to someone in the morning…..service heals, too.

So that’s it.

The immigration scariness is still depressing but We are no longer Depressed by it.

See how bloody healthy we are, darlings ;)

How’s your weekend? Do tell.

We Adore hearing from you!

3 thoughts on “sunday, sunday.

  1. 1904 says:

    Sunday doesn’t have to be Sunday, Bloody Sunday, does it?
    I think it telling we were both drawn to cream colored roses.
    Adoring you from the west,,

  2. BigLittleWolf says:

    Roses, packing for Paris, caffeine, service… all good.

    Have a wonderful voyage. I’m a believer that Paris can cure almost anything that ails us, almost as neatly as writing it out may do.

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