THIS HEMLINE IS THE
DRESSMAKER'S NIGHTMARE
Just sitting here, and reading stories, that's
the way of this life now? My little train
set runs right out the backyard door.
With blue-jays and robins, I sit so
complacent. The blue-jays never
shut up, and the robins ceaselessly
run along the ground. I've given them
a new name : one for the bird-books
and guides. Presenting, 'the North
American Running Robin.' Things
really do sometimes run so out of
pattern. The touch, as ever, remains
with the flaming hand, the love
of all these things one sees.
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