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He awoke, as usual, way too early, around 7 AM. Being a night person, that meant he only got 4-5 hours of sleep, not quite enough. But it happened often to him. And since optimism wasn’t one of his surpluses, a heaviness filled him seeing dawn’s early light. He felt the warm little body of Punky, [...] There are places we go and places we need to go. They are similar. They both fascinate us and thrill us and also terrify us. Spiny urchins with unforgettable foibles chuckle at our fear, or knock in the night. (play dramatic, clutching string chord, perhaps a nice healthy 13th cluster, with vigorous tremolo, diminuendoing to background) [...] They slipped over the border, refugees seeking asylum from cold, windy dusks. They don’t ask much, just to rest and fade in some warm, dry comfort. Their crispy, leathery husks lay around, here and there, nowhere really, in the stairwell to the basement by the side door, or near the front door. They don’t say a [...]
He searched and searched. He traveled the world. But few corners offered the things he sought. He waited and searched and waited. The place he sought would be unique. It would have craggy ruins of human history, left over structures of lives past. It would also have different kinds of weather; sometimes stormy, gray, cold and windy and sometimes sunny, warm and just plain mellow. He liked the variety. He also wanted to be far from busy city, with all its selfish and frantic people, but not too far. He liked culture, theater, music, good food and wine. Continue reading The Idealist Gardener This moment slices through all time, a slab of breath, the azure of those eyes, the dancing molecules of her hair’s herbal air curving around his mind. There will be no other so ripe as this thin film, sliding through him as he stands absolutely still in the dark, drizzling [...] |
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There once was a man who loved to garden. But he didn’t want to garden just anywhere, not in weedy fields, not in rough plots, not in public, busy places. No, he wanted to choose where he gardened, because he knew he would devote his whole being to the garden once he chose his plot. 
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