futurebird's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- to all of the cold people TO ALL THE COLD PEOPLE WHO WANT TO BE WARM AGAIN: The bright air filled with hard winter sunlight is drawing the moisture from the earth, cracking and freezing the ground, sleeping the seeds. The wet breath that once drew the bean sprout out from the seed, the breath that made bursting green come, born from limbs of dead wood has been coaxed from her hiding place in the mud. This bright fog lifts our warmth from us. It�s only winter, only the first of 100 sterile white days. No need to flog you self in agony, or ask the gods forgiveness. You are not being punished. All things that hinge on time are at last inevitable. So, sleep you summerseed. Seal your eyes and lips like the seam of a walnut. You�ll be called again. 17:07:33 - 2000-12-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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