8.29.2011

Day Two Hundred Sixty Five


Well, I’m officially sick...
Which, if you don’t know me, makes me the whiniest person you will ever, ever, ever come across.
Oh well. I’ve got a cup of tea and am shutting up for the moment.

I really liked today’s word, and not solely for the fact that it provided an easy way out, artistically speaking.

sage n. A person recognized for judgment and wisdom.  



Well, I disregarded the provided definition, and went, instead, with the one below it (sage brush). After all, sage is sage.
The form of sage I’m most often around is that of sticks of heavily-scented incense.



I tend to burn sage when I need to clear my head, or when as I listen to a storm move in. It reminds me of home, and of the cold.

Xx
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