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Oh | in the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees
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In the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees. December 2, 2009 at 2:44 pm ( celebrations. Truth Stranger than Fiction. O Night of blackest blue,. Wreathed in slow-swirling mist,. See how You tempt down the moonlight? Now we might all dance. With mist, moon, and You. O Morn of fallen frost,. Shiverthrill of chill,. See how You beam down the slanting sunlight? Now all is carpeted in glittering diamond,. And we are all rich. January 9, 2010 at 9:24 pm. Lovely set up. Very well done. Who is the Muse?
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The Eternity Tree (and shadow) | in the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees
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In the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees. The Eternity Tree (and shadow). July 28, 2009 at 6:46 pm ( celebrations. ETC Adventures (Doctor. Who? The Banshee is dressed in teal silk and strange looks today; she takes slow, thoughtful steps around the grove, as if considering the implications of every misplaced twig and crushed blade of grass. She is very pale, staying to the shadows of the tall trees. Like a dreamer, the rest of her words do not make a great deal of sense…. I planted her into hersel...
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Granted Right of Tardis | in the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees
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In the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees. Granted Right of Tardis. June 25, 2009 at 11:24 am ( ETC Adventures (Doctor. Who? She steps out from behind a tree mismatched to this forest, then startles as she sees you. As the Lady drops her gaze, flushes and fidgets nervously, you realize you have caught her at… something? The sight of an aristocratic banshee stepping away from a tree in the midst of this tangled wood should not be strange, but expected…. Ohhh, I’ve been just so. Wouldya like ta see?
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the Flowers over the Fence | in the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees
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In the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees. The Flowers over the Fence. July 10, 2009 at 1:31 pm ( original poetry/prose. Truth Stranger than Fiction. It rooted in the neighbor’s yard. And grew over the fence into ours. It was so beautiful. So new and questing and vital the vines, so lush. So delicate and trembling the blooms in the sweet summer breeze. Then they did something to it to kill it. Something over there, across the fence. I cannot see, and don’t know them well enough to ask. The Lady Dar...
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a string of Precious | in the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees
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In the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees. A string of Precious. July 9, 2009 at 9:56 am ( Caledon. Truth Stranger than Fiction. 8230; then something falls into place, and this inner alignment just clicks. Love and chemistry, heart and spirit and mind. Click. And so the path is opened…. The Lady of the house and of this land has moved from room to room sparking this light. A shift of the wind brings you the purifying scent of burning sage. After some time, she steps out to the balcony holding a dar...
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Awake! | in the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees
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In the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees. October 31, 2009 at 5:31 am ( celebrations. Truth Stranger than Fiction. The sky is dark, the black trees and silvered clouds shivering, dancing in the wild wind. All the houses seen in the distance across the water are dark, their occupants silent and sleeping. She steps out from the shifting shadows of the tree, into the full light of the moon. She raises her arms in reverent greeting and her voice in lilting song…. And let me in. Come down, come down.
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Journey to … the Mysterious Island! Spelunking | in the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees
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In the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees. Journey to … the Mysterious Island! September 26, 2007 at 10:43 pm ( Caledon. Aha, I have found it! Here is my photographe of the Pixie and the Strongman, and Oolon as well… taken after we extricated ourselves from the wreckage of their balloon, and before we fled into, er, decided to explore the caves. As I suspected, the photo is bloodied and singed… well, I should be thankful we escaped at all, and moreso with photographic evidence intact. I lost myself...
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the Parable of the Perfect Parcel | in the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees
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In the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees. The Parable of the Perfect Parcel. July 24, 2009 at 12:15 pm ( Caledon. Truth Stranger than Fiction. She smiles softly as you enter and says not a word… but turns the book to you, so you can see what she has written…. The young miss spent less and less time on her garden, and more and more time looking out at this island, and daydreaming how much nicer it would be to live there. After many days of watching the island and seeing no one on it, she borrowed a...
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Missing Friends | in the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees
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In the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees. August 2, 2009 at 11:50 am ( Caledon. The Lady dances alone in the grove, a sad little waltz with a thick sheaf of papers held out in lieu of a proper partner. Her lips smile gently, but her eyes are sad. A few pages fall, and you can just glimpse that they are public letters, signed “Doctor Darien Mason, in exile”, before they blow away. Darien and Bloodwing and Qlippothic. August 16, 2009 at 3:50 pm. September 12, 2009 at 5:41 pm. Masterfull at drawing y...
