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finally, the sun comes out. freezing cold but at least there is light. and i am lightened as a result. in bed, drinking tea, reading all day below three thick quilts, finding myself in the lines of another. first, Good Morning, Midnight and now Voyage in the Dark...





the ease of her speech jabs me in the heart, calls me home. there is something to it, this simplicity (that is anything but simple) that corrals the wild sparks of the Past, lines them up, arranges them by height, finally making sense (or at least a site of understanding) of the life that has found me.