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through the wilderness below: 11.2013
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Through the wilderness below. The cold cuts clearer. She's gone back to her digging. Summer's blood died with the leaves. And was trampled underfoot. The night's coming soon. She finds the seeds that permeated never planted. The frail roots are breaking. No matter how numerous). The frost's grip is too tight. The bare moon offers no answer. Neither from the cracking pine. There were too many witnesses, she worries. But could it even be considered crime. The distance long becomes the distance high. And be...
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through the wilderness below: 03.2014
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Through the wilderness below. It took me 3 hours to get out of the shower today. The barrage from above and the drain guzzling from below were enough. The warmth encompassed and the slightly too-chlorined Nashville water beaded and broke into streams mirroring veins that pulsed beneath my skin. The midday sun froze over the scene. A student found dead in their car on the 5. These spaces were everything. They were too much. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Some things you might want to know sometime:.
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through the wilderness below: 10.2013
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Through the wilderness below. Apple picking, indian curry, literature, and feminisim were. Rain caught and left us breathless. Stomping through puddles and. The terrible feeling of incongruency. Falls quicker than this storm. They call it the retrograde of mercury. The turn of tides and planets. Of things I don't understand. Is there any difference from those far-off. And of these held in my hand? Still when I lay my head down to sleep,. If I let myself I can hear the. The scrape of dishes in the kitchen.
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It's Bimulous. Otters Sing, Trees Dance, and the Grass is Like Gooseberry Jam.: October 2008
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It's Bimulous. Otters Sing, Trees Dance, and the Grass is Like Gooseberry Jam. Tuesday, October 7, 2008. While feeding him warm milk through a glass dropper, I named him Ricky. I told Ricky that when he grew up I would buy him a motorcycle and a little helmet much like those of Ralph from The Mouse and the Motorcycle. As he ate he would grab the dropper with his two front paws and squeak. I could feel the squeak in his stomach, almost like a purr. Do I have 'stingy with acorns' written all over me?
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It's Bimulous. Otters Sing, Trees Dance, and the Grass is Like Gooseberry Jam.: Blissful Baby
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It's Bimulous. Otters Sing, Trees Dance, and the Grass is Like Gooseberry Jam. Tuesday, October 7, 2008. My niece is adorable. Go see some recent pictures of Ella here: http:/ www.christinechoi.com/blog/? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Thought Provoking TED Video. Dear Leland: 6 months. View my complete profile.
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through the wilderness below: 08.2013
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Through the wilderness below. Soldier on, little lady,. With the weight of a thousand suns. With knowledge as a lover. While curiosity continues to kill. Balance, little lady,. One another amongst your swamp of a self. Careful not to let on. Slyly tip toe across the ragged edges of the world. Photo by Thad Kopec. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Some things you might want to know sometime:. View my complete profile. I wrote other stuff before too:. Some really great folks:. Paula La La La! This is Why We're We.
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through the wilderness below: 09.2013
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Through the wilderness below. These prints proclaim my separateness. Throat thickens, heart quickens, brow furrows into restless desperation). 8220;How do I reinvent the past? Or, even more anxiously,. 8220;Must I destroy it? Ancient words ring audibly. Words of proud families and excited friends. Like those first noticed warm breaths in the morning. Like the feeling of feet in shoes. If everyone was so sure then, how am I supposed to fit? From this angle, I’m much too small. The past and present. For th...
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through the wilderness below: 09.2012
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Through the wilderness below. When gloomy doubts prevail. Dear refuge of my weary soul,. On Thee, when sorrows rise. On Thee, when waves of trouble roll,. My fainting hope relies. To Thee I tell each rising grief,. For Thou alone canst heal. Thy Word can bring a sweet relief,. For every pain I feel. When gloomy doubts prevail,. I fear to call Thee mine. The springs of comfort seem to fail,. And all my hopes decline. Yet gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust. Though prostrate in the dust.
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through the wilderness below: 02.2015
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Through the wilderness below. Four corners no matter how small still can create an island. You can look up and around but here beside the. Is a horrifying step to. Stake out the campsite and tarp the corners down. Because the storm is blowing. In from the place where I have been. But as for me and my house, we will stay amongst the. And the crowd gathers gloriously beneath the gladiolus. But of course there isn’t room for an island. Beneath those trumpets of tropical. Never knew this was. A steeping-feel...
