March 30th, 2007

prester john

Transit

Sometimes I just want to stay wrapped up in the golden beginning of a book, when the threads are still all unravelled and lying about winking with potential. Before I have to load up the loom and start choosing between them. When I'm still in love with everything I put on the page. This part always passes, but it is spring and I love my blemmye, and my poor priest, and my sea of sand.
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