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News: If I could, I'd tie my hair up in dreds and live the life of adventure from the high seas to the mountain peaks, gathering gold and jewels and tales of mystery and action :) but for now, I'll just have to do with writing about these things as if they were truly real.

--12 December 2017 --

Quote: Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest of hearts. --Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

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A poem that may have been born in my mind (or perhaps the wind whipped it together) // 13th December 2017

fierce as a dragon pup
sly as a white-tailed fox
sleek as a porpoise
flighty as a fairy tern

faithful emotional frequently fidgety
frosty eyed fumbling for fair-feat'ed folly
flimsy and filmy and far-too-fast blundered
billowing backwards in bucketed breezes
bunching together in towering thunder
thinking it thoroughly through till all tipsy
tipsy and tottering trundling topward
tip-top and tip-toe till taffy-hilled hollows 
hiccup and hillock and heretofore harbour
harbringer hallowed and happy in hollow
hill-folk all heat-soaked and silly with splendor
splashing and sploshing and spilling all silky
swish-swashing sideways through sunken sand slipping
sliding and swirling and sweeping self southwards
softly silently sleepily swooning
swiping till shrunken all scorned to the distance
dallying dancing in drill-wardened doom
dusky and dazy and dreamily deeming
dashing young marmots
will dance
through
the moon
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