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|on the subject of faeries|
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who did not want to go to bed. This was the same little girl who on a recent occasion shunned sleep for the sake of a pair of new shoes. She lived with her faerie nursemaid in a small cottage with a blue door at the edge of a great wood. This was, of course (for this is a bedtime story) no ordinary ( Read more... ) -
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public service announcement
*straightens spectacles*
*gazes down nose at official looking document in hand*
*clears throat*
ahem.
ladies and gentlemen,
it has come to the attention of certain official parties that people read this journal. this came as quite an alarming shock to afore mentioned parties and they were forced to take drastic measures. (afore mentioned parties ( Read more... ) -
woah.
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to my dear friend-who-should-not-be-reading-this-but-probably-will-anyway
Helena, don't walk away
before you give me back my heart
if it were mine, it would be yours to take
i'm sorry i let down my guard, oh Helena
you looked so sweet
i should have seen
while I was playing for fun
you were playing for keeps
you win, I lose, is there some way
you can leave me in your debt
so my girl and I can live to die another day
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all good things...
|it is not easy|
plunging in and out of this world. when i come back from working for a conference at wheaton, i forget that my wise cracks and peanut-gallery mutterings bounce off brick walls while every meaningless motion of my hands draws inquisitive stares. then i leave and reenter the world i should remember, having forgotten that i need to ( Read more... ) -
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the city dressed in gray this morning. i woke in an inexplicably black humor, making the billows of gray skirt seem oppressive. i used it to plunge deeper into my dark reverie, savoring my slough of despond, allowing myself to be pulled into my dark musings. i wondered if my mood was because of the weather, or if the weather just gave me ( Read more... ) -
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We happen upon her this day, of all important days, at a little past four in the afternoon. It is the time of day when the golden light is yawning and beginning to lean sideways against the trees. It has begun to look a little pink, where it pours, like liquid, through the branches and pools in lovely patterns on the sidewalk.
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i have mud on my shoes
i have mud on my shoes because today is the second day of spring. the first day happened a little while ago. a delicious tease it was, melting all the snow and reminding my skin that it wasn’t made to be covered with wool and sleeping-bag-sleeves. i went home for a good long taste of it. i filled my starving soul with sparkling green hills-the ( Read more... ) -
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|Lent|
began on wednesday. and my soul is breathing a great, sobbing sight of relief. it is the sigh of a lost child who has finally spotted his mother. it is the sigh of sleep washing over the small child, sick on too much birthday cake. most people have a fat tuesday. i had a fat week. a fat ten days. a fat half a semester. lent is my ( Read more... )