it is gray and rainy in montreal today. so i'm curled up in bed with "secrets of the flesh," judith thurman's biography of colette (it's for class, i swear), and a grand bol of café au lait, just like they serve at mamie gateau in gay paris.
love.
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"By rose, by satiny bosom, by the fondling hand, by slops, by empties, by popped corks, greeting in going, past eyes and maidenhair, bronze and faint gold in deepseashadow, went Bloom, soft Bloom, I feel so lonely Bloom."
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