Sunday, July 10, 2011
on the patio over the sea
With my heel slung across the opposite knee, the skin and un-muscle of my calf hang like a slack hammock filled loosely with sand. How, with all the stairs there are to climb in life, can it droop so resolutely? Well, I say, you are lucky it is stuffed with sand. Imagine if it were filled with plums or nickels - and you in your brown bathing suit. Then there would be something to moan about.
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3 comments:
Love this "comment" Sarah. You are something else!
johanna
Should have added that I have the same problem with
my arms which flap like fleshy flags whenever I raise them.
j
Hi Johanna -
We are doing a 7 in 7 starting the 18th. Consider yourself warmly invited!
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