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Beside mill wood *. Lickety split, spilling words beside a wood. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Zuihitsu , pillow book II.
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March | 2015 | beside mill wood *
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Beside mill wood *. Month: March, 2015. March 28, 2015. Life lived brightly is fleeting, the sadness of things does not suppress hope the rooks return each evening Spring laughs in the face of death . March 26, 2015. She closed her eyes and ran her finger tips over the paper to feel the braille of him. She read two lines from page 92. She held the book to her mouth and tried to catch its smell, maybe his smell. It smelt of paper, of ink, of words. Perhaps that. March 26, 2015. March 24, 2015. Zuihitsu, a...
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February | 2015 | beside mill wood *
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Beside mill wood *. Month: February, 2015. February 24, 2015. How many times have I touched your name, hovered in silence - too many. The thing is, who else will know me the way you do? Now, no-one is who. . February 21, 2015. February 13, 2015. Just take this longing from my tongue. Without hesitation, deviation or repetition. Zuihitsu , pillow book II. Zuihitsu, another pillow book. Inner harbor field reports. Gay Nazi Sex Vicar in Schoolgirl Vice Knickers Disco Lawnmower Shock!
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form | beside mill wood *
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Beside mill wood *. Everything outside is pushing forward, reaching for the sky , has some place to go - the larkspur is a livid pink exclamation, robin run the hedge is staging a sticky coup and kiss me on the mountain is greedy by the wall. It's a fucking outrage, all this thrust and growth when inside I am retreating, cutting back, becoming small making do. . July 18, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Laquo; Previous Post.
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Beside mill wood *. June 24, 2016. The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking out new landscapes but in having new eyes. Rhodessa holds my hand. Her skin is cool and paper thin. Her body is frail and very still but her eyes are gentle and her smile is light and open. Σας ευχαριστώ, σας ευχαριστώ για τη θαυμάσια φιλοξενία. May 13, 2016. In love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions. May 6, 2016. D is for divine. April 17, 2016. He said she said , fire for fire. I think abo...
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akai ito | beside mill wood *
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Beside mill wood *. She left him a strand an unintentional gift a golden token an incomplete lock of hair strong as the red string of fate . July 25, 2015. The parallel worlds of a romantic musicologist and a capricious anthropologist. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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stop look listen | beside mill wood *
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Beside mill wood *. Some folk are made for routine and habit. I prefer a little disarray. A small clench of angst, a tiny heart leap of pain. Hurt me. August 1, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Next Post ».
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April | 2015 | beside mill wood *
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Beside mill wood *. Month: April, 2015. April 29, 2015. Melancholy clings I wear it like a silk scarf the sadness of things is everywhere - even love smiles with a dissonant face . April 26, 2015. Bombinate my day drone and buzz and thrum and hum take baskets of gold and turn sunlight and flower into a sweet sticky prize . April 15, 2015. She's in his pocket metaphorically so a flawed reminder silver and capricious of love ripe and heedless of time . April 5, 2015. April 2, 2015. Zuihitsu , pillow book II.
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narcisissts | beside mill wood *
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Beside mill wood *. July 28, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Laquo; Previous Post.
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sister victoria | beside mill wood *
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Beside mill wood *. I often wonder how she did it. Was it with deliberate fingers and an assassin's precision, did she batten down the hatches, stuff the cracks and open up the gas to sing? Or was it with a woolly mind and a blunt tongue, did the words rush slick and bright or throat catch on that cold unassuming day? Fragile flower on fleshy stalk she could have been all things, biting firecracker, sullen flaxen child, every woman yet naught to herself save hollow husk, an unsurmountable well. .
