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round three
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May. 13th, 2008 @ 11:20 pm
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I am at work on the third draft, now, of "The Oracle." Very many apologies to jmeadows, who got stuck with the first draft. You can trash that! It has changed....
How many things and people, real, almost real, and more than real, can I be in love with at once? So many, so very many. And that's "in love"--doesn't even take into account the things I just plain love. This intoxication!I feel...:  intoxicated I hear...: Mari Fujiwara: The Wind Forest
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blissed out
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May. 23rd, 2007 @ 09:56 pm
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Sometimes, the miracle of intoxication, well, thank God for it, you know? If you don't overindulge, surely it really is a blessing!
Today, things that I saw, marvelous things:
The pheasant. It lives right there at the T-junction of those two roads. It's so beautiful! Red, and green, so elegant. The sky, all pink at sunset. The kitchen at noon. So quiet! Nothing stirring. Outside, just the wood thrush, singing his lovely song. A soybean sprout. Maybe my garden isn't cursed after all! Poppies--two. lilies of the valley mixed in with forget-me-nots the journal of a new lj friend--a delight!
Here is the kitchen at noon. If you look at it large, you can find the name of the evil supermarket chain that fired the tall one wrongly. Yes, even in the bliss of mild intoxication, I am still angry over that.

We don't need to dwell on that, though. Look out the window--see how green it is? An ocean of green, an ocean of life.
Tonight, I'm going to do a little more editing--a marketing paper. And read jmeadows's excellent story, maybe also some of sartorias's excellent story (well, both those people have many, many excellent stories, in fact, but I shall be reading only one each). So many excellent tales out there. Right now, the world is made up of the Tamil song "Malare Malare" and green memories, and stories. (Here is the song, which wicapis introduced me to, which is just so nice.)I feel...:  totally blissed out I hear...: Wicapis's tamil song: Malare Malare
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