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Smells of parsley and chives

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Summer Project #4: Simplicity 2892 handsewn in black and white batik fabric; how quickly the summer has moved and here we have fallen into the month of August / New Jersey / July 2008

“See, a hand sweeps stars
    from the August sky,
as if my mother swept off the supper crumbs from the table at home.
Her apron, slipping now and then, smells of parsley
     and chives—
The sweet scent of her long-gone garden
     sending me to sleep beside you tonight again.”

~ August Evening by Hungarian poet Sandor Csoori (translated by Len Roberts)

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