I painted my house. I liked it so much, I hung it on the wall.
She made small porcelain bicycles. It just so happened he needed small porcelain bicycles.
You know, with just a little espresso today, I can sleep sometime next month.
I know my destination is around the next corner. On Aisle 5. Bottom row. The spaghetti sauce.
A Milky Way is made with chocolate-malt nougat and caramel and stars.
There was a moon, a beach, a diamond and this forever that began.
There’s a place everywhere. Make sure you visit it.
A sudden book falls from the table into loud silence, into the heat, into a passing cloud.
In my schedule book beside 10am,
I’d written – sweet raspberries.
Then it came to me. I’d meant you.
It’s a 1pm-Sunday-house: roast chicken, buttered new potatoes, fresh green beans, and apple pie. I’ll do the dishes. You go watch the game.