From scott pilgrim Posted from 68.221.213.56 on September 2, 2005 at 7:51 PM (GMT)
the response you made to the dream seems curious...maybe there's something about emptiness that causes wavering. i think somewhere deep most of us are like you keeping to the woods; the familiar
From Wanda Jenkins Posted from 4.242.6.130 on September 3, 2005 at 2:07 AM (GMT)
Vulnerability and exposure.
From Emily Grossman Posted from 209.112.182.97 on September 3, 2005 at 6:31 AM (GMT)
Tonight I'm up for a mad dash.
From Pauline Lerner Posted from 70.108.76.119 on September 4, 2005 at 2:48 AM (GMT)
The woods are lovely dark and deep But I have promises to keep...
Unlike the poet, you succumbed to the allure of the woods. Maybe you were a Druid in a previous life, as I was, I'm sure.
From Emily Grossman Posted from 209.112.204.73 on September 4, 2005 at 5:13 AM (GMT)
Ah, good, good poem, Pauline.
From Jim W. Miller Posted from 172.132.68.41 on October 5, 2005 at 8:32 AM (GMT)
I just really understood the darkness and empty expanse just now. How dense. I'd bet you're just amazing.
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Posted from 68.221.213.56 on September 2, 2005 at 7:51 PM (GMT)
Posted from 4.242.6.130 on September 3, 2005 at 2:07 AM (GMT)
Posted from 209.112.182.97 on September 3, 2005 at 6:31 AM (GMT)
Posted from 70.108.76.119 on September 4, 2005 at 2:48 AM (GMT)
But I have promises to keep...
Unlike the poet, you succumbed to the allure of the woods. Maybe you were a Druid in a previous life, as I was, I'm sure.
Posted from 209.112.204.73 on September 4, 2005 at 5:13 AM (GMT)
Posted from 172.132.68.41 on October 5, 2005 at 8:32 AM (GMT)