tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241214.post5378946056289487936..comments2024-03-27T22:21:57.519-04:00Comments on :::More whiffs, glimmers & left oeuvres:::: Time out of timeDeb Lacativahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03037530669295128974noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241214.post-50672222235985304472019-07-17T23:29:54.656-04:002019-07-17T23:29:54.656-04:00I should have put a quarter under its feet for sca...I should have put a quarter under its feet for scale. It's tiny.Deb Lacativahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03037530669295128974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19241214.post-80091773924766537142019-07-17T23:24:12.827-04:002019-07-17T23:24:12.827-04:00The sunlit green and that amazing light full boy! ...The sunlit green and that amazing light full boy! Glorious. Meanwhile, I know that state of waking when one can return and dreams in the twilight state have often been entertaining.<br /><br />I wonder when one might let a child think and talk about death. When they're ready I suppose. That fierce red toy might be his guardian against the knowledge of mortality, or might be the thing itself.Ms.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09479767121319709878noreply@blogger.com