February 2012
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Late Night by Margaret Atwood
Late night and rain wakes me, a downpour, wind thrashing in the leaves, huge ears, huge feathers, like some chased animal, a giant dog or wild boar. Thunder & shivering windows; from the tin roof the rush of water. I lie askew under the net, tangled in damp cloth, salt in my hair. When this clears there will be fireflies & stars, brighter than anywhere, which I could contemplate at times...
Reading Hurts
suzywire:
That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback.
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January 2012
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States of Undress No. 6 as a gif
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