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Spring and death | narrowingworld
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Just another WordPress.com site. The spaces in between →. March 28, 2013. In some good news, I am enjoying talking to our new au pair, who has some problems with her hearing (born without one ear canal), so we can empathise with each other about the imperfections of our bodies and the limitations and social difficulties they can cause. Soracte without the mountains. Rooks picking twigs in the snow. Undeterred by the cold,. Birds pouring song from their throats. With a liberal hand. Blossom coming anyway,.
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Visual field test | narrowingworld
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Just another WordPress.com site. Things to do when I’m blind →. November 23, 2012. I still don’t know, of course, because I need to wait for someone to go through the results with me. They will go to Lynette and hopefully she will sort something out. Maybe I just have PMT, but today I feel quite alone. Generally I like to be independent and self-sufficient, but sometimes it would be nice to have someone to hold my hand. But it’s just me peering out from behind the lace of nothingness. SAD, CBT and RP.
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life | Ravens Among Me
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You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you. Isadora Duncan. March 18, 2016. Modern Dance, bodies in rhythm to Van Morrison, Enigma. Great in History. Strongly encouraged to publish all the. Spilling words, heartaches, confusions, anger, dreams, worries. A magic wand in a pen. Alleviate destruction. The destructive. Nursing an infant while writing essays, studying dates and names. Practicing steps in the apartment hallway. Be somebody, be. Somebody, be somebody,. Hear the beats, not beatings. An old...
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Short Stories | Ravens Among Me
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You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you. Isadora Duncan. Categotry Archives: Short Stories. May 13, 2015. 8220;The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.” -Virginia Woolf. But enough about Superhero fantasies- there are more important things to explain. I always sat alone on the bus, usually pretending to read a comic book and praying that I could get through the ride without being harassed. I think it’s strange how the truth is right in front of so many people, and they shr...
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Interview with Artist Richard Babusci | Ravens Among Me
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You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you. Isadora Duncan. Laquo; Farewell Summer. December 6, 2014. Interview with Artist Richard Babusci. Interview with Artist Richard Babusci. 1 How did you get started as an artist? 2 What kinds of things inspire you to create your pieces? 3 Many artists are often displeased with their own work. Do you or did you ever experience this and how did you or do you deal with it? 4 Three other artists you admire? Wasily Kandinsky, Katsushika Hokusai, Mark Rothko.
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isolation | Ravens Among Me
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You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you. Isadora Duncan. February 22, 2016. Photo by: Heather Lenz. Who are you to tell me. What I need or who I am? When I am a tree, still and quiet–. Barely alive among your wreckage. You pick my fruit when I feel warm &. Leave me barren. It is always winter. When you sit on your throne in my shade. Like a winning god who fools everyone. &. You devour all that is left of me, even the sapling,. That once grew beside me. The lightning in your eyes severs my.
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loneliness | Ravens Among Me
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You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you. Isadora Duncan. March 2, 2016. I try not to listen, or remember. Each thread of you spools around my heart,. Tightly wound so that it swells. I dream. Of a rib, bruised. Mind follows; a dark speck. Against the backdrop of years. Whatever you meant to destroy, you. Succeeded. Always a shadow in your midst,. Silent and hungry. A girl on a wall, looking to. Escape the empty hours. A seagull flies above, not concerned. With its kind, or their whereabouts.
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The seven stages of… ah f**k it, I lost my place again… | Delph's Lair
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Blundering into crap since '69. The seven stages of… ah f* k it, I lost my place again…. June 1, 2010 – 11:15 am. I’ve never really had to think about the ‘seven stages of grief’ before. Not having suffered any kind of intense loss as an adult, there was no need. Just a reminder what they are:. Well, in terms of my RP, once I stopped the Denial there it was, The Intense Loss. Let me just restate that for my own edification – T h e I n t e n s e F u c k i n g L o s s. Just this once. Pretty please? I̵...
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fiction | Ravens Among Me
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You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you. Isadora Duncan. May 13, 2015. 8220;The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.” -Virginia Woolf. But enough about Superhero fantasies- there are more important things to explain. I always sat alone on the bus, usually pretending to read a comic book and praying that I could get through the ride without being harassed. I think it’s strange how the truth is right in front of so many people, and they shrug it off and toss it away- as if i...