Robert (gurdonark) wrote,
Robert
gurdonark

late november day

Today the fog enveloped the trees:

Autumn Memories

I thought of leaves falling from a gingko tree, of the taste of gingerbread pancakes, of a Scots-Gaelic folk singer singing songs of the Hebrides, of the perfidies of sports pundits, of the sound of the kora, of
the taste of pasta, and the taste of a cinnamon roll.
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