"Quanta...like spit in the dust of a baseball field" - Cody

May 09, 2004

Language of Origin #6

Grandpa took us fishing. She became queen of the dock,
respected by fish and fathers alike for the way she
handled the rod. I dancedellipses following the orbit
of my fantasy tutu.
Posted by cbsisco at May 9, 2004 10:40 AM

And now I'm dancing furious, anxious ellipses in flight of the fish. Literally. No need to read between the lines, I couldn't be more serious.

Posted by: sis at May 11, 2004 02:05 PM