|Mounds at Kew, not Rhododendrons|
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Mounds at Kew: May 31, 2015
I thought, driving through Richmond last night. Something very profound about the synthesis of my being: about how only writing composes it: how nothing makes a whole unless I am writing: now I have forgotten what seemed so profound. The rhododendron like coloured glass mounds at Kew.
May 31, 1933