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Jun 13, 2002 20:29


A crazed, Aryan child is behind me. Tiny, tight hands that can do anything, trying to wrap a string of silver pearl balls around my neck, to make up for the scarf she stole. She has a runtish six-year-old elegance throwing it over her shoulder just so, all crocheted, black & witchy-poo. Spiders and wool webs. I left this string of pearls here 2 ( Read more... )

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eyes_upon_you June 13 2002, 04:11:53 UTC
the stranger the habits, the less human it seems...

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imajika June 13 2002, 15:44:05 UTC
she is so beautiful. i want her

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iamkatia July 2 2002, 08:34:34 UTC

I followed a winding path from tigerose's doorsteps to here.

What a beautiful place to stop and rest and listen and bask.

You have a wonderful gift with words and I am honored to add you as a friend.

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artyesfoodno July 3 2002, 04:09:46 UTC
that makes me so sad
:(

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iamkatia July 3 2002, 09:37:34 UTC

Why sad??

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yes... ex_riverblue937 May 10 2003, 22:11:50 UTC
Holy Moses, you're writing is superb! It has a glittery, hypnotic quality. I am adding you to my friends list so I can get regular doses.

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