July 2011
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I walked through the woods at dusk last night. Deer & rabbits, heat & cicadas, hills & winding paths— Transcendence!
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“We are pieces of ancient Earth, bits of sacred story soaked in intellect and...”
– Oak Chezar
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Voices, loved and idealized, of those who have died, or of those lost for us like the dead
Sometimes they speak to us in dreams; sometimes deep in thought the mind hears them. And with their sound for a moment return sounds from our life’s first poetry— like music at night, distant, fading away.
-C.P. Cavafy, “Voices”
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I dreamt of you lastnight. It was beautiful, as always. Dreams of you are so beautiful I sometimes think I might cry forever.
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A Light & Rosy Hope
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July 4th
We floated around all day in the warm ocean until our noses and shoulders turned pink, until the rumbling, cracking clouds broke and the symphony really began. Now you have one half of a rock that twinkles and the other drove away with me into the dark, and rain, and the occasional dying glitter of leftover fireworks.
