the des songes blanc | grand wu long | yunnan white jasmine thank you for minding my thirst dearest vibeke, i fill my cup in the evenings while a. is going to sleep and take it into the drawing rooms of moscow and st petersburg (looking for something long and deep to submerge in /the sea was not an option/ i dived into war and peace - me who hasn't read for so long - and who knows when i'll next come up for air . . . )
i felt autumn chill my shoulder tonight
so now i know it's just waiting in the wings . . .