I am wondering if I am getting too old to wear something called a "romper." I am definitely too poor to buy this particular romper. I still feel like a million bucks. I am on a late-night writing tear and my girlfriend brought up the ultimate extravagance: a new bottle of Jo Malone. I am a good-smelling writer. Pink Pocky and a writing reggae mix were included in the bag. I invented a new red lentil soup. Love. Hugs. I want an Amma hug.
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One's never too old for a romp.
phew.
she's a'comin!
we'll be in nyc
july 7-9!
& re: rompers, amma says,
"be innocent like a child. . .that childlike innocence deep within you is God..."
Will be in Saratoga! My friend Richard wanted to know if our Amma hugs could be put on dry ice. I told him no. We are coming down to read July 14. But i want to write a novel titled Hugs on Dry Ice.
I completely adore and admire you, you sock-wearing bunny, you.
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