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What I love this morning
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May. 14th, 2008 @ 09:38 am
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These two orioles that were weaving, double-helix style, around each other in flight, right past my car window.
And while I was walking, the orioles in the tops of all the trees, which still just have ferny, lacy foliage, still not all unfurled.
The sun was so warm (my eyes are so tired! I closed my eyes and the sun felt so good on my eyelids.) I thought how orioles are something like monarch butterflies but brighter, more golden-orange than red-orange.
I thought, I'd like to have orioles fly all around me, so I could hear their wings and feel the breeze they make and practically touch their feathers. I'd like to be in a cloud of orioles the way trees can be in clouds of monarch butterflies. And then I remembered getting horse kisses the other day. I never knew horses were so lovey dovey! This one kept coming up and kissing my cheek and pressing her head against my chest and sniffing my sweater. Perhaps I smelled like something tasty? Or maybe she just was feeling affectionate.I feel...:  tired I hear...: Deus: There is nothing impossible |
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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 ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) 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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the space between
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May. 11th, 2008 @ 10:08 am
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(I didn't update for three days, so I have lots of entries stored up...prepare for Asakiyume spam... my apologies in advance)
"Do you think there's something between them?" "Nothing will ever come between us."
Isn't it interesting that in the first sentence, having something between is a good thing--a tie, a connection--and in the second case, having something between is a bad thing--a barrier.
In the throes of full cheek-burning, heart-racing passion, isn't the goal to close the space between, to be so close, so very close that electrons and protons forget what they are?
And then, that experience becomes the "something between them" ... and having shared it, the lovers promise "nothing will ever come between us."
...What happens after is another story, but as for stories, their number is infinite... or more than I can count, anyway.I feel...:  passionate I hear...: Eliza Carthy and the Kings of Calicut: "Fisher Boy" |
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telling stories/物を語る
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Jan. 15th, 2007 @ 02:30 am
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I think I fall in love by the grace of stories--or maybe it's that I'm in love with stories. ( Read more... )
And in semi-related news, Majestico is now more than 40,000 words!I hear...: Megaman 4, Let there be light: remixed by AmIEvil |
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