That’s when I trip over a piece of driftwood. Or something. It’s long and narrow and half buried. I stumble in the sand and hit my head on it. It gives a little, but it does hurt. I put my hand to my forehead, shake my head, open my eyes. And there I am lying … Continue reading Story Time Sunday, 09/22/13. Taraxacum part 5
Tag: Jardin des Plantes
story time sunday, August 25th 2013 — taraxacum, Part 1
Taraxacum I am walking in the Jardin des Plantes because Joseph said it was a good thing to do and it's free and it's Sunday, and nothing else is open, so we walk a long way it seems from the historical center of the city towards the university. Joseph is a strange hairless boy with … Continue reading story time sunday, August 25th 2013 — taraxacum, Part 1
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