Tugged by softness at the edge of something sweet, that thing that gives you that feeling of just having cried, of release of relief. The city is bright today, assertion of freedom and pride in the air. And we burned incense and ate first meal of the day at 3:00pm toast with truffled goat cheese, sautéed beet greens marinated in pickling spice, butter, fried egg, sherry vinaigrette tossed arugula, spiced garlic confit, thick-sliced homemade bacon, with sparkling wine.
A tempestuous darkness has made a habit out of descending upon me at night. Punches, hard steps long strides makeup dark destroying beats and sounds. So mornings are my haven, even if they begin in the afternoon.
P.S. Constantly updated my Working List of Most Beautiful Albums. Just added Rammstein's Sehnsucht.
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