I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.

-Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit

30 May 2010

(-2) Days of Summer

I just had to share a small bit of summer greatness with the universe.  This is by far the best cat-sitting present I have ever received.  Thanks go out to my lovely sister for feeding my summer addiction to Blue Moon.

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