03 July, 2006

My Poor Toe

Just broke a baby toe doing a sweeping dance through the living room. Not a graceful minuet of an Edwardian court, but the farmyard sashaying of a bolting beast. Why do I always feel such a sense of urgency when the telephone rings?

Another collage. The first in quite a few days, weeks… a bit of the Edwardian to remind me of my recuperating toe.

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