
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, \ Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit \ Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, \ Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. ~~71, Rubainat of Omar Khannam
Monday, March 28, 2005
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2025 10 03 - It's a Con, I tell you!
AGAIN a number of years have flown by, slick as a whistle. But it's Con time again, and that made me think of this. Here. Words here tha...
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I want to see you naked: without your hat, without wristbands, without the invisible protections you wall your soul with to survive. The res...
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Grief washes over me like waves on the ocean A salty mist dries on my cheeks And I hear cries like seagulls' resounding in my skull As t...
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It was erie this morning. Early morning mist obscured the trees in front of me as I sat at a stoplight. Brilliant ruby red, piercing in it...
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Amy!!!!
WOOOOHOOO! and HA HAAAAAA! We are home, let the mass confusion and chaos of my life surge again to crash and break at my feet, for it shall not find purchase in my newly discovered serenity.....ok well I had a great trip at least :) Glad to be home and among my family of friends. *HUGS* for JU! and a big smile.
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