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to write;
"...I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."

-The Peace of Wild Things; Wendell Berry

Wednesday, January 20, 2010, 00:00
through action:

"LOVE is seen through action,
when we do what is best
for another person."

-Level Briefing 4/1; Mrs Corinne Sim

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And she looked at him.


"Why don't you hold still? Why don't you let me love you?"


There was a brief blooming of frosty silence, like the foggy blossoms that her breath planted on the window-glass.


"I can't."


"No, you can, you just - just don't."

[[Gosh, excuse the 10-second randomness. I'm currently fighting sleep paralysis and other demons, so I don't think I know what I'm saying? Wait, I don't really get what I just said either, sorry.

Ah, okay, forget that.]]

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