cold without electricity

28 January 2009 § Leave a comment

If my life were paced like the past couple have been–slow, contemplative, unrushed–i could write books. The Tin House has been getting colder by temperature but warmer by roommate-love: we’ve been cooking, eating, sitting, drinking, talking, walking, shivering, deciding, laughing together. It’s a beautiful thing.

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