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[Sep. 8th, 2014|11:26 am] |
“The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.”
-Robert Frost
And another year has come and gone marking the anniversary of my first breath. I'd forgotten it until just today, three days after the fact. There are times when time has no meaning, after all. Thirty-six is hardly a landmark, but I suppose that each day that we wake with breath in our lungs and our body above six feet of ground is an event to be celebrated. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2014|09:09 pm] |
On being a ghost:
Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind.
Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind.
Now slip, now slide, now move unseen,
Above, beneath, betwixt, between.
- Neil Gaiman The Graveyard Book
It disturbs me to find more shreds of my truth in a children's book than I now find in the book to which I devoted nearly three decades of my life.
I am the ghost. And this is how I live now. |
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[Jul. 28th, 2014|06:11 pm] |
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