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Jul 10, 2009 02:06

And, there, behind the glass; in the seamless migration of clouds from right to left, across a sky fading from purest blue to a dirty lavender and an earth reaching with fingers of 'crete and smoke, I would like to have found god. There was but myself, unimpassioned, addressing the minutiae of phenomena in a marriage so inexpressably (though not ( Read more... )

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agentvaughan July 9 2009, 21:51:16 UTC
Daedal? I've never heard that word before.

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ghostlight July 9 2009, 22:12:06 UTC
¿Isn't it quite the interesting word?

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