amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
I have been standing all my life in the direct path of a battery of signals; the most accurately transmitted most untranslateable language in the universe
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Has anyone been granted as much joy as I have (it flows through my veins) and this fruitful unfruitful mixture that is my nature?
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
233/365 I still hear your voice on the sea
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Caution: Sausage! (330/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
How could drops of water know themselves to be a river? Yet the river flows on (331/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
In the sea I would often eat dark sea cucumbers, strange kinds of amber, and storm lost cities
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
234/365 I am rich today with autumn's gold
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
It haunts me, the passage of time (332/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
235/365 What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
I've been a great flowing river with hard ringing stones, with clear night-noises, with dark day-songs
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit (333/366)
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
236/365 Unique Snowflake
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Say When Casino
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
McDermitt, Nevada-Oregon
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Winnemucca, Nevada, ~ 3:00am
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
I'm thinking of a mental free-fall, a partial total memory recall like what of the future, what of the past, what of the present will last?
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Oh dear--it seems I've been TAGGED!
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Between melting and freezing the soul's sap quivers
amber {in the shadow of za'ha'dum}:
Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon You have the scene arrange itself--as it will seem to do-- With "I have saved this afternoon for you"