The heat clings and everything seems to sweat, from the plants growing up the side of our neighbor's shed to the spiders leaving silken trip wires across the car port. Often my back is too saturated for me to allow his touch, but my legs are predictably shameless and they want to stretch free from the hemlines of my knee-length skirts and cotton
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Wow. So beautiful.
There are so many things, big and small, that I am dizzy with it all. Dancing and dizzy, all legs.
Amen, amen. What a wonderful world.
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Pretty soon I will be retrieved from my calcified cubbyhole and eaten by the seagull of academia.
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And by academia seagulls, do you mean that you are going for your masters or that you're going to be working as a professor?
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I am going for my masters, I'll be moving to New York pretty soon to that effect. It is in order to be a professor that I'm doing so. I guess then I'll be the seagull, and I guess that's where my poor clammy metaphor breaks down : (.
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What school are you going to in New York?
I don't actually read as much as people seem to think that I do, but I always have good intentions, thus my Wish List on Amazon.com is long and there are consistently overdue fines from the local library.
Right now I'm reading about American Indian mythology.
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