the garden

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welcome to my digital scrapbook ^_^
here you can find little tributes to all kinds of things i've checked out and found beautiful over the years... slow to update ♡

I slept all day, I woke with distaste. And I railed. And I raved. That the difference between the sprout and the bean. It is a golden ring. It is a twisted string. And you can ask the counselor. You can ask the king. And they'll say the same thing, and it's a funny thing: Should we go outside? Should we go outside? Should we break some bread? Are y'interested? And as I said, I slept as though dead. Dreaming seamless dreams of lead. When you go away I am big-boned and fey. In the dust of the day, and in the dirt of the day. And the danger, danger, drawing near them was a white coat. And the danger, danger, drawing near them was a broad boat. And the water, water, running clear beneath a white throat. And the hollow chatter of the talking of the tadpoles who know th'outside. Should we go outside? Should we break some bread? Are y'interested?