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some more little joys...

taking my breakfast up the loft ladder and back to bed!

the public library...one of my very favorite places to be.

 inspiring neighborhood signs.

and...

and finally...tonight's breathtaking autumn moon. 

 

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memories...

...so strange how they choose to surface.

how certain funny, tiny details stay with us.

and other, perhaps bigger, things seem to slip away.

this morning in yoga class, a place where many thoughts

and memories and dreams emerge, we were backbending and 

all of a sudden i had a crystalline memory

of these delicious chocolate banana malted milkshakes.

they were from the old-fashioned burger place

right next door to that one apartment he rented in the mission district.

he would meet me there sometimes

or i'd surprise him with a stop there on my way over.

and we'd sit on his bed and delight in the yumminess of the shakes.

and we'd laugh and love the night away.

though bittersweet, i am thankful for this little memory.

it makes me smile.

and linger, for a moment, 

in that space that is long gone.

sweet and fleeting and true.

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a few things 

that have made me happy lately...

 

  my sweet view as i wait for the morning train:

salad with flowers:

 

silly subway ads:

new york city:

walking everywhere:

gift of jewels!  (thank you Se'lah and Cinner):

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low tide...