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But, as the passage proves no hindrance
__To the spirit unappeased and peregrine
__Between two worlds become much like each other,
So I find words I never thought to speak
__In streets I never thought to revisit
__When I left my body on a distant shore.

-T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding II, Four Quartets

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

Coming Soon



the waves were coming in like arabian stallions gradually lapping into seahorses






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2 comments:

  1. Melanie L Moro-Huber20 May 2011 at 11:13 am

    Well hello to the blogging world. Look forward to seeing you gather your thoughts, or scatter them, here.

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  2. Anon22 May 2011 at 9:38 pm

    Mel,

    thanks for stopping by! i am certainly new to the blogging world. i'm not so sure how gathered they'll be.

    i'm already having second thoughts! ha!

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