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So bring me old stories
The ones that steal breath
The ones that stop heartbeats
Light fire In my chest
I hunger for hearing
The ways
That a human can be;
Opened by weaknesses,
Stretched past defenses
Into the centre of truth,
Called by deep duties,
Forged by our challenges,
Softened by others we meet.
juniperlillie on Jan 19, 2010, 9:07 am
Working still or not I love it. It takes me through all the places in my being close to fermentation and spoilage... and reminds me that what is yet milk and honey may be able to stay that way a while longer. It's wonderful just as it is, but if you do work on it, be sure to let me know when you update it ;)
sisterjulia on Jan 18, 2010, 11:11 am
Hmmmm still working on this one