my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



3/21/12

i wanted to show you 
my japanese girl,
made out of old wooden 
clothespin, smaller size than usual
skirt is also from japan with pattern
from 40`s. 








week ago i got a phone call from
my pupil, aiko, she is five now, but
when we met she was only two with 
soft handkerchief cliped neatly on her
stawberry dress, always running nose
and non-stop screaming. week ago she told me
she is five already. and i should come to kyoto.
this makes me smiling and crying. and 
how come words and memories can
do things you cant embrace with hands
even heart


5 comments:

  1. I'd love to return to Kyoto someday, too. It's so strange how time flies!

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  2. beautiful words
    and so true
    words, written or said
    can do that

    love
    Patrice A.

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  3. so sweet - the puppet and the words you wrote...

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  4. lovely...I'm touched by your words...

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    1. nora,

      and thank you
      for these photos
      and words you wrote on your page.

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