> jumping into life.

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8.10.2009 

It was June all through July,
and now August is wearing September,
it seems. There has not been one night
too hot to sleep through.
Not one day that demanded a jump in the pond.

And winter's coming.

Your words are beautiful.

Love you and miss you terribly.

(o)

So true. (And always so good to see something new here - how about a poem for qarrtsiluni this month? Words of power: rain chants...sutras...pig calls...)

did someone just say winter??!!!

LA LA LA LA LA I CANT HEAR YOU LA LA LA LA LA ::clasps hands over ears:: LA LA LA LA

xx nika

You expressed it so perfectly, and beautifully, our experience of summer this year. And now here, too, autumn weather arrived the same day as the school buses.

I love your writing, through all seasons.

One of the writers I edit just won second-place in a major national literary award. One day it will be you (I don't mean getting second place; I mean being up there...).

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