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Fairy-tales lie. This frog didn't turn into a prince. Or a princess. At least the snack was nice.

Sometimes, I re-read books and they don't have the same impact as before. Sometimes, I re-read them and they hit me harder. Roadside picnic by Brothers Strugatsky made me cry. This is my favorite book by them, although I do so love Monday starts on Saturday. But this book! I wish more people would read it.

I always loved half birds half people. I bet they tell the best stories.

... sometimes you have your fishes with you ...

"It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Polka dots on a pitcher. She could picture the summer picnics and alfresco lunches. But autumn was here and the buyers remorse was real." - Tammar Stein

nktober day . Remove / paint. Just stand in the river. Mixed prompts from @inktober and @andreabrownlit

Kismet was very proud of her accomplishment in interior design.

Inktober day 19. plump / merfolk logically, all merfolk will be nice and plump, like seals, to keep the chill of the water away. Mixed prompts from @inktober and @andreabrownlit

Inktober

We have an interesting thing with the sun here. It shines a different color every day. No one knows why this is, not even Charley. We grow the watermelons in different colors the best we can. In the watermelon sugar Richard Brautigan

Some things I saw and drew but didn't share. A friendly dog who wanted to say hello, a bride and a groom on the way to the wedding waiting for the train (she wore plastic slides and had her high heels in the bag), a lost cicada, a book (Sula by Toni Morison was absolutely amazing). Oh and also using dry ice to make dramatic seltzer.

I always start packing by packing my books. For larger ones I love using twine. Moving soon. So tiring! https://www.instagram.com/p/Cvpt_F0udl8/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Favorite words. Aghast. The gall of some people, I tell you!!! https://www.instagram.com/p/CvM7ZVgg1V9/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Favorite words. Gloaming. Dusk. For some reason, makes me think of the opening to Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

Favorite words. Peregrine. Nothing to be thoughtful or clever here. Peregrine is peregrine. I just like the sound of it. And the birds themselves too.

Smell my sandwich! Adore "this song "My bear to cross" by Marvin Pontiac. It always lifts my spirits.

On the airplane, on my way home, I lifted up my head and there was a Tom Cruise on all the screens. Different movies, or the same movie, but different scenes. Absolutely unreal.

busker on the tiny triangle in the middle of the traffic. Haifa.