Wedneday, November 15 (been a scrambled day where it's hard to clearly notice anything...)

• the curved shadow of the translucent curtain coming up to meet the curtain in the morning
• The bit of floor between the curled-in palms of my feet looks like a flame

• The ambundance of orange dishes drip-drying on the towel, creating steps moving back in space.

• How the neighbor's hanging towels echo the colors of the flowers climbing up their fence. 

• When I sprinkled curry powder on the roasted beets, it glowed against the deep purple like flecks of gold, picking up the orange of the plate.
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