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If i could tell you what it meant, i wouldn't have needed to write it in the first place. Saturday, 12 March 2011. The house had once been magnificent. now it was a crumbling ruin. the roof had long since fallen. the windows were gone. tree roots had cracked the floor. ivy smothered the walls. She walked inside, heedless of danger. and there she found the mirror. And then, in the mirror, she saw her reflection. At the last moment, she turned, and hurled the jagged piece of stone at the wall instead.

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If i could tell you what it meant, i wouldn't have needed to write it in the first place. Friday, 18 February 2011. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). She ran. low-hanging branches, unseen in the dark,. She crouched on the edge of the forest, shivering,. Somehow through the chaos her shamisen had survive. She woke to find she was drowning. rain during th. They caught her trying to steal clothes. they dra. So if you want to know more about me, check out my web page here. View my complete profile.

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If i could tell you what it meant, i wouldn't have needed to write it in the first place. Monday, 11 April 2011. She carefully disassembled the shamisen, cleaning each peice, coiling the strings, and wrapping each piece in soft cloth before laying it carefully in the polished wooden chest. and then she closed it, locked it, and threw away the key. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). She carefully disassembled the shamisen, cleaning . So if you want to know more about me, check out my web page here.

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If i could tell you what it meant, i wouldn't have needed to write it in the first place. Tuesday, 22 February 2011. She woke to find she was drowning. Rain during the night had flooded the hollow where she had sought shelter, turning it into a muddy pool. she struggled to climb out, mud and wet grass offering little purchase to her clawing fingers. time after time she hauled herself out of the water only to slide back down the muddy slope. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). So if you want to know more ...

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dreams: April 2011

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If i could tell you what it meant, i wouldn't have needed to write it in the first place. Monday, 11 April 2011. She carefully disassembled the shamisen, cleaning each peice, coiling the strings, and wrapping each piece in soft cloth before laying it carefully in the polished wooden chest. and then she closed it, locked it, and threw away the key. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). She carefully disassembled the shamisen, cleaning . View my complete profile.

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If i could tell you what it meant, i wouldn't have needed to write it in the first place. Friday, 29 November 2013. She stood at the edge of a steep ravine. before her the earth fell away, thorn and bramble clinging desperately to bare rock and loose scree, dropping down through mist and spray, white water surging through rocks far below. She sighed, and sank back on her heels, and turned, and walked away, padding barefoot and naked back into the shadows beneath the trees. View my complete profile.

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dreams: November 2013

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If i could tell you what it meant, i wouldn't have needed to write it in the first place. Friday, 29 November 2013. She stood at the edge of a steep ravine. before her the earth fell away, thorn and bramble clinging desperately to bare rock and loose scree, dropping down through mist and spray, white water surging through rocks far below. She sighed, and sank back on her heels, and turned, and walked away, padding barefoot and naked back into the shadows beneath the trees. Links to this post.

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http://dreamskeira.blogspot.com/2011/03/she-came-upon-dying-fox.html

If i could tell you what it meant, i wouldn't have needed to write it in the first place. Saturday, 5 March 2011. She came upon a dying fox. It had been savaged by dogs. there was nothing she could do to save it. she brought it water and it drank from her cupped hands. She lay beside it, one lost, hurt, wild creature lending comfort to another. it's whimpers ceased. they slept through the night and watched the dawn together, and as the sun rose, it died. Alone again, she walked on.

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dreams: March 2011

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If i could tell you what it meant, i wouldn't have needed to write it in the first place. Saturday, 12 March 2011. The house had once been magnificent. now it was a crumbling ruin. the roof had long since fallen. the windows were gone. tree roots had cracked the floor. ivy smothered the walls. She walked inside, heedless of danger. and there she found the mirror. And then, in the mirror, she saw her reflection. At the last moment, she turned, and hurled the jagged piece of stone at the wall instead.

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http://dreamskeira.blogspot.com/2011/02/they-caught-her-trying-to-steal-clothes.html

If i could tell you what it meant, i wouldn't have needed to write it in the first place. Thursday, 24 February 2011. They caught her trying to steal clothes. They dragged her to the village square, stripped her of her few remaining rags, and beat her with canes and leather straps. She offered no resistance. when the pain became unbearable she retreated into herself, hiding in that deep and secret place where pain, loneliness, grief and fear could not find her. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).