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[verbena_blue]

Outside the sliding glass doors that overlook the backyard, the most apparent of all the sights is an energy rather than an object.  The blurred trajectory of a robin as it enters the frame of reference for all of a second, the quivering of fresh infant leave on the crabapple, the poolwater's surface--endlessly wrinkling it's smooth face as though

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[anya98]

i feel like in a swamp as well.... like a monkeywrench is stuck in my gears of life... and as i'm searching for that thing that puts me on a snail-paced life, i feel more & more far from it rather than close.

God might be playing tricks on us for now....

to get back muse, write on paper... i'm doing this... and it's working.

missed ur entries.