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.



9/23/12

dear xenia,

haven't forgotten your rosa damascena,
took one leaf for the pond in the button
for you, little thing to hold in hands 























and enamel wild rose thin brooch
felt like yours - with these  grey
shadows below and from the drops
on my window











6 comments:

  1. oh olga, i LOVE what you have done with the beautiful rose petal for xenia, really touched my heart to see it...

    i am often drinking tea made from these petals from her, feels so special to me...something i deeply treasure....
    you are both such beautiful souls that i often think about...and small things from you both with big meaning i am often wearing....or they laying around in my home decorating and making me smile..

    warmly,
    vibeke

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    1. and soon
      i will show you little something
      i made thinking about this story
      you told me, about you grandfather,
      dear vibeke

      good night now and thank you
      for these treasuries you put together
      and wonderful 'colors' swap,

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  2. dear olga,

    i´m planing on planting a rosa damascena next year
    haven´t been completely sure
    but now i am and i can´t wait
    found a beautiful one blooming twice a year
    i´m going to order it soon so soon

    all the best.

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    1. it smells so so good, anna
      have the last petals in my
      wooden box

      and i like all these signs around
      same flowers, same words

      good night to you

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  3. no words, only joy
    in my mouth
    dear olga
    for these beautiful, unexpected gifts
    and serene photos.

    thank you so much,
    i think you know how i feel,
    moved, elated, humbled, fortunate.

    xenia

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thank you
for taking time
and leaving a word,
i will reply right here.

warmly,
olga.




olga