no words today, no limbs to give away.
just this: one thing of the past yesterdays, that i finally did finish the piece from late July, and threw it in with the post itself: [read the full 697 words here.]
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
...
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea. (Dylan Th*mas)
As an aside, though, who knows what the plural of "opus" is?
and then our exile
Wednesday, December 01, 2004 at 11:05 p.m.
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