Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy.
It's almost over isn't it? This era?
The tapestry that was being woven now needs a hammer and nail.
That mixed medium dosser has bounced back some b-e-a-utiful acoustic sounds.
I hope the wools, ribbons and threads will improve with age. I hope the string instruments agree.
Hope. Twice in as many sentences.
The tempest has approached again. I hope their thunder will be the soundtrack of my summer.
Thrice.
Their eyes, they're so bright. They are my lightening reigning power surges that leave be humble, grateful, maybe even fearful.
The bolts of electric energy remind me of frayed ribbons. Look closely and the streaks of illumination will appear to be blue. My Blue Ribbons. A force of nature. But not mine, their own.
The Olympic Torch xx
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- SarahJane.
- London/Horsham, The South East, United Kingdom
- Wow, life. It's unlike anything in fiction.
My Public.
My favourite quotes. Misc.
- William James: To change one's life, start immediately, do it flamboyantly, no exceptions.
- Thomas Moore: The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible: The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden. If you don't want paradise, you are not human; and if you are not human, you don't have a soul.
- Agatha Christie: I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
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