This painting by my dear, departed Laolao came to mind when I wrote this haiku one summer. I carry the enduring inspiration from her effect on my life, in my lungs, too. Breathing garden sweetness in the middle of a busy lab - that is the gift of the grandmother.
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This painting by my dear, departed Laolao came to mind when I wrote this haiku one summer. I carry the enduring inspiration from her effect on my life, in my lungs, too. Breathing garden sweetness in the middle of a busy lab - that is the gift of the grandmother.
Toodlepip,
Hobbes
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