I'll tell you how the sun rose, --To which I might add:
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,*
We watched and sipped red wine.
So, yeah, I'm feelin' kinda Dickinson today - not my normal choice of fare, true - but sometimes you just gotta stretch the limits.
Well, it's kinda like that.
*"I'll tell you how the sun rose" - Emily Dickinson pub. 1924
**Photos of the Westward Ho, above, were taken between sips of coffee from the balcony at our "beige condo" in downtown Phoenix, Az.
***The coffee mug was provided by none other than the late, great, Wallace P. Wold - who still lives on in our hearts.
*"I'll tell you how the sun rose" - Emily Dickinson pub. 1924
**Photos of the Westward Ho, above, were taken between sips of coffee from the balcony at our "beige condo" in downtown Phoenix, Az.
***The coffee mug was provided by none other than the late, great, Wallace P. Wold - who still lives on in our hearts.
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