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  • she moves like she runs

    circadian Aug 06, 2006 09:27

    I am currently dogsitting at one of the best places on earth, which means like it or not, the dogs and I are up at sunrise and how can I go back to sleep when the yard stretches forever into the glistening beautiful world. I am awestruck every moment I am at that house ( Read more... )
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  • paper cranes

    circadian Aug 04, 2006 02:07

  • find "sixteen maybe less" by calexico and iron and wine right now. you will not be sorry.

  • there is something about the night, the stars, the tired sting in my eyes, the cat purring at my ear (she's on the bed and I'm on the floor,leaning against it -- our roles reversed. how i dream of a desk!) that makes the moment rich for writing. rich for.... ( Read more... )
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  • my day in a list

    circadian Aug 02, 2006 21:35

    1. Woke up and ran down the sun / the sun ran me down ( Read more... )
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  • all that i know is moving away from me

    circadian Aug 01, 2006 23:57

    The bugs are not so loud in Oregon; maybe they were, but I've already forgotten the sound of the night there. No -- wait; listen: first a sharp turn and the wind against the glass of the windows, the cowbells (still there, perhaps!) jangle. The rain begins its even beat -- not too quick, not too slow, waltzing against the roof. Oh, here I am asleep ( Read more... )
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  • don't hold me because there's nothing else to hold

    circadian Jul 30, 2006 20:27

  • I'm quite a bit in love with the band, The National. It might be time for an itunes splurge.
  • A frame houses are A for awesome.
  • I seriously need to disconnect the internet from my house once I have a job. Once again, I find myself much too interested in what's happening in this plastic castle.
  • Speaking of which, I came up with a brilliant, and ( Read more... )
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  • from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy:

    circadian Jul 27, 2006 13:11

    I shall go on in the same way, losing my temper with Ivan the coachman, falling into angry discussions, expressing my opinions tactlessly; there will still be the same wall between the holy of holies of my soul and other people, even my wife; i shall still go on blaming her for my own terror, and being sorry for it; I shall still be as unable to ( Read more... )
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