23.6.10
21.6.10
train of thought
My heart burns in flames of
sorrow
Sparks and smoke rise turning to the sky
Within me,
Within me,
the heart has taken fire like a candle
My body,
whirling,
is a lighthouse illuminated by
your image
19.6.10
16.6.10
10.6.10
i wish we had rituals about grief, i wish it were still the victorian times, and we could go from black to gray to mauve to pink
and have rings with hair in them
michelle williams
8.6.10
7.6.10
6.6.10
clan of the cave bear
Ayla walked with the Cave Bear. She had spoken out for Creb because she loved him. The sign had finally come. She understood the vision. Durc was of the Clan, and one day he would be their leader. She must find her own people. She must walk alone. Everything she had lived through had prepared her for this journey - and she was not afraid. For the first time Ayla felt the strength of her own spirit.
5.6.10
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