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A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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The White Board #551526 added November 25, 2007 at 5:52pm
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23 and cold and now dark
Christmas lights. Peculiar critters with both minds and lives of their own! It doesn't matter how carefully they are put away the previous january. It doesn't matter at all!
Because over the course of the year they meet, mingle, mate and wear themselves out so that brightly beamng bulbs of Christmas past flicker weakly now and join the lost socks and mittens in Where-ever land.
Icicle lights are the worst, having long, twisty tentacles that wrap, entwine and insinuate themselves around their fellow strands, clinging tightly to each other, refusing to be parted. I miss my navy daughter...this is her job! She's good at it; they listen to her! *sigh*
Plug them in, they light...detangle them, they don't. There's something to be said for NEW Christmas lights...every single year! Maybe we'll get some of those new intense blue ones! |
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