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( Bach in the D.C. Subway, by David Lee Garrison )

"Of all my children, you're the most complicated," my father said to me, once.

Although I denied it reflexively at the time, his words have always stayed with me. Am I really so difficult to understand?

But perhaps it explains this constant longing for something more.

The mountain dreams of Autumn
The trees dream of Fire
the sky dreams of Earth.

~Joseph Woodsworth

Hail, bright Lady of the night.

I am seeking something. In all this wide world, always looking, searching. I don't know what it is, only that it is always beyond my reach.

I have called it my unicorn.

What is it that I am seeking in this strange place?Edinburgh is a city of spires, of buff and tear-stained stone. Of hidden places, of broad parks ( Read more... )

"I'm beginning to think that Turners are a bit like jazz-- they must be experienced in person or not at all."
~me

xOx xOx xOx xOx xOx xOx xOx xOx xOx xOx xOx xOx xOx xOxMy hometown is beautiful. There's really no denying it. There are endless seas of green lawns, gracious houses, stately trees casting dappled islands of shade. There's ( Read more... )