the pathos you gave me once described my kitchen walls in varied shades of green some of the leaves are yellow now some brown I think it’s too late for water
at dawn I lie huddled under a new blanket soft warm shades of blue a confused sky I have changed the sheets to pale blue the sheets with flowers wanted me to be content
I wonder what kind of stones Aunt Emma put in her pockets when she walked into the water were they plain ugly granite and slag or polished white rounds of quartz shot through with pink delicate and worthy of her conveyance
you remember the stones in Aunt Emma’s pockets don’t you? am I what? no no I was just considering the stones in Aunt Emma’s pockets
Do not follow Aunt Emma's example...besides, unless you use really large stones, they will not weigh enough and you couldn't carry enough of them. On the other hand, if you use really large ones, then you can't carry enough of them at one time to do any good. So it's really all kind of useless...best to think on it a while. (Smile) Love your writing...so thoughtful and thought provoking.