Reflections and Fuzzy Slippers

There I was, watching the waves roll in. And out. In. And out. Watching the moon, breathing, through the rain. The fury of the thunder and the glory of an unearthly light.

Friday, January 12, 2007

So busy.

I've been trying to write a post ever since I came back from Vancouver. Sorry. Back on track soon, I hope.

And you can never know. And I can never tell you.

WistfulSparrow as the clock struck 8:34 p.m.

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WistfulSparrow: Montreal, Quebec, Canada; There will come a day when the sun does not appear in the east. And the oceans will rise and swallow the land once more, and the trees will tear up their roots and gently float away. Search the water on that day for a small yellow sailboat, and you may find me there, whistling softly, the sea stretching on to eternity in every direction.

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Friday, January 12, 2007

So busy.

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