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[greyling]

It's raining, and my thoughts keep wandering, aimlessly voyaging through impressions and images from this last weekend. The way the light played across Shimmer's face that evening in the park, how calmly and beautifully and naturally she speaks, the way we talked about how each of us converses with God through our work. The silent ranks of aikidoka

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[invertedreptile]

man, i havent read that poem in years. "like a thirst for salt" is maybe one of the most evocative descriptions of love ever.