How I don't know what I should do with my hands when I talk to you
How you don't know where you should look, so you look at my hands
.........................................................................................(J. Samson)
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I am making a collage of you. I have your shoe, your arm, your tongue, one eye, and now your chin. It's like that PotatoHead toy, just sticking on the pieces. So where were you Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, and looking so happy about it?
(ehC)
I started to comment on the dream and then I got distracted by the idea of you as a potato head. Sorry.
ace: It's an optical illusion. What looks like a smile is actually a grimace and my hands are covering my ears because I am much too old to attend outdoor concerts.
secret agent: I was distracted by that too. And flattered into becoming hopelessly vain.
I read this post yesterday but didn't comment because I couldn't decide if the picture was of you or some beautiful model, and didn't think I should ask.
Susan, thank you for that way-too generous compliment. Of course you cannot see all the scary stuff that got cropped out. ;)
You have reminded me of a hilarious photograph that I have somewhere that I'm going to post just for you... xx
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