Short Thoughts: Those who shape and those moments that did.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
anecdote #231 - N
as it was dawning that I had strong opinions on something as banal as ankles, I went to point on N's forearms. astounded – there can be such (no word for it but) beauty? – tapered wrists, plump forearms like cyclists calves.
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"Where's me spinach?"
Popeye, Michelangelo's David. There are many beautifuls.
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