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| our little part of somewhere. |
| 06.26.05 (7:40 pm) [edit] |
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posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 06.26.05 (4:41 pm)
I can't help but see the large white sphere that sits underneath your little part of somewhere. I find this one calming.
posted by: jennjr (reply)
post date: 06.27.05 (7:14 am)
This makes me contemplative...makes me ponder life & death. I can't help but picture that little part of somewhere as being a final resting place....
Definitely a thinker.
posted by: childish (reply)
post date: 06.27.05 (11:00 am)
reminds me of pooh. lovely.
posted by: BobbyJoe (reply)
post date: 06.27.05 (12:47 pm)
Okay, I can appreciate this.
posted by: altricial (reply)
post date: 06.28.05 (6:03 am)
A Rock, A Tree. Alone with Me.
posted by: TheJongleur (reply)
post date: 06.29.05 (12:10 pm)
Reply to: jennjr
Thank you for thinking.
posted by: chimmchimmy (reply)
post date: 06.30.05 (2:44 am)
Hope of life!
the tree symbolizes life,the rock is a tomb stone that is what it says to me
posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 07.06.05 (1:02 am)
… and so she took her box of treasure (the letters he’d sent when he was away, serving the government on some far away island in the north Atlantic, the ticket stubs from the movie they saw on their first date, the matchbook from the restaurant where he’d first called her ‘his girl’ and the stuffed animal he’d won for her at the county fair which – in her deepest imaginings – still smelled like him) and buried it in the one place she knew he’d find it: three paces past the tree whose leaves had rustled underneath them (and that he’d later picked gently from her hair), and just an arms length from the rock where he’d tried to carve their initials – only to break the blade. When she was finished, she marked the spot in the earth with an X drawn with her fingertips... then sat and listened as the pink sky faded to gray.
posted by: Lindy (reply)
post date: 07.17.05 (6:19 am)
I sat under a small tree, near a large rock and wondered why I'd think the tree small and the rock big when the tree was taller. I was grateful for the rest, having been climbing my way up the side of the world for a long time in my short life. I began to wonder why the journey was long and my life short, given I'd been around longer than the journey. Sensing a pattern, I stood and continued on... As the tree faded with the curve of the world, my feet began to slide out from under me. As I slid forward, I thought, 'Oh, this is much easier than the climb up...' and I began to wonder why...
posted by: TheJongleur (reply)
post date: 07.17.05 (9:54 am)
Reply to: Lindy
"and I began to wonder why..."
I like that a lot, L.
posted by: TheJongleur (reply)
post date: 07.17.05 (9:55 am)
Reply to: juniperflux
(I'm all smiley)
Don't stop seeing things.
Don't stop telling me about them.