Slow-Cooked Sentences

The return road

Rachael Conlin Levy

I live like honey stirred into tea, the warm sweetness swallowed, leaving a sticky puddle to cling to the bottom of my mug. I drag a finger through it, the only writing done in days.

 

 

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5 responses to “The return road”

  1. Beth says:

    And you rest in January… sounds like some fine self-care, to me.

  2. And it is rich and enough.

  3. PS I really like this photograph. The light, colors, texture, depth.

  4. Rachael says:

    Beth, I had a feeling you’d understand.

    Denise, somehow you’ve made the neglect of a habit sound acceptable. Thank you.

  5. Andrea says:

    At least honey writing is sweet writing…

    I’ve tagged you to blog about your next BIG thing at http://www.remainsofday.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-next-big-thing.html if you want to play along.

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