eggs for the fox
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Twisted up in the juncture between bliss and longing, fear and loathing, fully alive and ready to be torn to bits.
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It is dark and a sweet rain is falling, soaking the parched ground and soothing my thirsty soul. I've got the doors and windows open so the damp breeze and the sound of the rain can fill this empty house.
I feel every bit as dark as this night.
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Namaste.
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posted by tearful dishwasher at 4:56 PM
6 Comments:
morning rain here, the smell of the ocean mingled with damp leaves. i find it a comfort, a reason to take the day as it unfolds. it is soothing; i hope you had a deep and restful sleep, tearful. no tangled sheets.
--susan
I don't come and comment all that often, but I do read your blog. Your words and your art continues to speak to me. Just wanted you to know that.
--lisa
Susan-
More rain for us today as well. Like a plant, I plan on just soaking it in.
Thanks for your kind thoughts.
Lisa-
I know you've been knocking around here a long time. I'm glad you keep coming by. You are always welcome to a seat by the fire. Thank you for your kind words.
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Scott
I love that little photograph of the girl and the animal in the background. The arms speak...
Your blog is very intense... Might have to come back for more!
Photocat-
Glad you came by. And glad you liked eggs for the fox. I like it too.
yrs-
Scott
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