Amsterdam, Part IWhile you will never find credentials as a travel agent in my CV, I can on occasion pass muster with a fairly decent travel agenda. The past few nights with Lestat since my return to New Orleanshad had been a bit disturbing. His mood was restless, bordering on irritable, almost churlish. He did not seem capable or even interested in pursuing what usually brought him pleasure; he seemed only interested in brooding and enjoying his black mood. While he certainly was always prey to the same demons the rest of us fought, this last week had seen him grow progressively more distant. The idea of some sortAmsterdam, Part I
The BluesConfusion pricks, paced Deep reds and songs of the blues Chills, potential fades.The Blues
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What I remember most Is a quality of light Not smells, not faces Not the events of the days that passed like time in a dream But a quality of light - Warm yellow Filled with promise and motes of dust And a singular silence that was both peaceful and disquieting.
The house was put together Like the patchwork quilt on her bed One room added after another Like settlers huddled around a campfire. Haphazard, the house, no planning… It had happened as life happens In the heat of the day
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Resistance is a story, surrender is an art.
"If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I." - Michel de Montaigne.
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“To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.”
David,thank you for adding me to your friend's list and for the favorite on: Fairy in Love...V.2.0
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Thank you for the favorite on: The Princess Has Woken Up...
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Resistance is a story, surrender is an art.
"If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I." - Michel de Montaigne.
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