August 2005
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Snapshot 17 August 02005
I am waiting for the skyto fall. I am waitingto be wrapped in its bluecloak. I wait for this painin my shoulders to growinto wings. I wait forthe one who can lift mewithout effort. I wait forthe people in this bookto step out and fold mein. I am waiting for winter,for this dream to openinto… Continue reading
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Jane Austen Action Figure!
Trust scribblingwoman to find the only action figure I have ever coveted. And oh, I do! Continue reading
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Despair
There are always moments when one feels empty and estranged. Such moments are most desirable, for it means the soul has cast its moorings and is sailing for distant places. This is detachment– when the old is over and the new has not yet come. If you are afraid the state may be distressing, but… Continue reading
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Fire Season
I think of you and a crow charges out of a spruce tree screeching black exclamations into a suddenly windy evening. Smoke from fires in high forests is settling into this valley. The smell of it insinuates into all our corners. Everything has been hazy all day. As the sun falls, the dimming sky turns… Continue reading
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