or the river

here is the clothing portion of today's shop update.  

i also added a couple new scarves/

and i have some great new salvaged metal cuff bracelets i'm hoping to add later today.

i'll keep you posted.

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and here's a poem for good measure (it's a bit heavy/serious but hey, so am i):

Cathedral of Salt

BY NICK FLYNN

Beneath all this I’m carving a cathedral

of salt. I keep

the entrance hidden, no one seems to notice

the hours I’m missing  ...    I’ll

bring you one night, it’s where

I go when I

hang up the phone  ...    

                                      Neither you

nor your soul is waiting for me at

the end of this, I know that, the salt

nearly clear after I

chisel out the pews, the see-through

altar, the opaque

panes of glass that depict the stations of

our cross — Here is the day

we met, here is the day we remember we

met  ...    The air down here

will kill us, some say, some wear paper

masks, some still imagine the air above the green

trees, thick with bees

building solitary nests out of petals. What’s

the name for this? Ineffable? The endless

white will blind you, some say,

but what is there to see we haven’t already

seen? Some say it’s

like poking a stick into a river — you might as well

simply write about the stick.

Or the river.