March 14, 2010
Sometimes I remember those quiet moments; one might even call them moments of love. I might be tempted to call it by the name of beauty instead, but it seems one often elicits the other in the observer. During one of those quiet moments I simply watched her breathe: the coiling snake of muscles descending [...]
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March 12, 2010
Sing to me the stories of the great people, said to be divine, and yet people still. Sing to me the stories of the wicked people, said to be demons, and yet people still. Sing to me such stories as would make the word tremble, with delight and fear, with grief and rapture. In the [...]
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