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Letters to Trayu: One Day...
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Wednesday, July 8, 2009. When I was a little girl I saw you once. You looked at me. I waved at you. My Father plucked my hand from the air. And pulled me away. Do not talk to that boy.". I would have talked to you anyway. But our paths did not cross again. Until I was a young woman. Freshly ringed, freshly . loved. I blushed when you came by. Do not talk to the Ubar.". I wouldn't have then, I follow the rules. For years you flittered in and out of my world. We rarely spoke, but I cooked for you once.
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Letters to Trayu: Waters new path
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Friday, July 17, 2009. I've grown used to waiting, the Ubar is a busy man. Too busy, I think. I have heard what is going on with Cana and I heard the news of Ba'ater, who I never got to know very well. I tried twice to do. something useful but Cana has more then enough friends and everything had been seen too. So for her too, I wait. because the thing I can do best for her is just be here when she needs a gentle smile and a silent ear. I was daydreaming of your little tuchuk babies.". Tasco and I are goo...
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Letters to Trayu: Almost an Omen
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Thursday, June 18, 2009. Mezoo chuckled when she told me "It is almost an Omen.". I asked Mezoo if she would watch the baby while I went to go see the Ubars Father and she agreed, all too quickly. I have faith in her though and I know she will do fine. I let her know where to find Magda should she need her. Yamka was there too and I tried hard to draw her into the conversation. Her silence around me confuses me so much and it. There was a real omen in that statement. That was a foreshadow. The magic I wa...
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At The Margins of Silence: August 2009
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At The Margins of Silence. Desolation becomes your only friend. Thursday, August 13, 2009. Standing on the shoulders of Giants. 8220;It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly,. With the Ubara at his left and his Second in Command at his right, he sat and listened to the hearts of...
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Méditation V: The Desert
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Tuesday, December 7, 2010. Posted by Fonce of the Tuchuk. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Fonce of the Tuchuk. View my complete profile. In My Vain Attempts. To Live the Sharpest Life. A Tap . At Your Window. This is How . I Disappear. At The Margins of Silence. 8220;Touch has a memory.” John Keats. I have been so busy with taking care of my mother and making sure my elders are keeping cool. Darn older warriors find it cooler to strip naked and wade. Of Wings and Winds. Page 562 Buried Alive. Things ...
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Méditation V: This is How .. I Disappear
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Monday, February 8, 2010. This is How . I Disappear. My Dearest Beauty,. You ask me . what do I want? I want you to understand me . even a little. I want you to see me . when I am not there. I want you to hear me . when I do not speak. I want you to feel me . when I can not reach for you. I want you to know that when you are not there . I die a little. The amniotic fluid closes around me and the world seems far away and unimportant. I wish you understood that. There is always a price to pay . always.
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At The Margins of Silence: Within
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At The Margins of Silence. Desolation becomes your only friend. Wednesday, November 2, 2011. Aunt was the only one to offer encouragement. Her voice like a song soothing the searing pains that must be endured to reach the boy's psyche, "Just a little further. Just a little bit further, my pretty.". Posted by Inner Echoes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). How do you feel? That is the question. But i forget . You dont expect an easy answer. When something like a soul. Becomes initialized and folded up.
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Letters to Trayu: All too aware of your stare
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Monday, July 13, 2009. All too aware of your stare. The tension grows and I have no idea what to do about it. I am all too aware of how Yamka feels for Tasco and I am all too aware of how she feels I should feel about how she feels about Tasco. What I do not know. is how Tasco feels. Or maybe . I do? While I can do what I need to do. I appreciate not always having too. I am comfortable asking for help. The kind of men I admire want to be asked anyway. Skies I hope not. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Letters to Trayu: Oh really?
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Thursday, July 9, 2009. Certainly it cannot be about this business of tasks? I know her gentleness and kindness with me is special and rare. So what is it, excatly? What makes me so different? What makes me any less worthy? How can I be expected to know things that have never been told to me? I have had enough of sad. I have had enough of being left behind. I have had enough of being small and quiet. Today I would like to do a little shouting. And someone better fucking listen. View my complete profile.
