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Gary Snyder's << danger on peaks >>

What was that?
storms of flying glass
& billowing flames

a clear day to the far sky-

better than burning,
hold hands.

We will be

two peregrines diving

all the way down.

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I have been hibernating, but my winter coat threatens to shed with every passing moment.

I spent this last weekend making will-you-notice-? eyes at a ( pretty German boy )

Ast ♪ Ragheidur Grondal
I've come to realize that I am not quite ready to accept my age and move on with my life. I am still clinging to my kindergarten penmanship and schoolgirl charm. Only recently have I started talking my age, before, my voice was always very coy, a porcelain doll wrapped in silk. By this time next year I will be in my 11th ( Read more... )

I have lived four lives. I know this because each time I have come out with different colored eyes. What happens when I run out of colors, I do not know. But, in this life, my eyes are brown, like the earth that I am tied to, but it was not always so.

I have been feeling like the knot in muscles after the sun has set; I have nothing of consequence ( Read more... )

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