Monday, December 10, 2007

The office is cold in the morning. This morning, the cat who is usually the coldest in temperament insists on my lap. Heat, soft weight, there. Feels like a gift and a threat, all at once. Also, I find this beautiful thing by artist David Silverstein at the website of the wonderful literary journal, Pank.

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