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100_0307 | A Lemurian Journal
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Raquo; 100 0307. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. A Raven Called Me. Finding the Lost Garden. She Wolf's Den.
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100_0335 | A Lemurian Journal
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Raquo; 100 0335. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. A Raven Called Me. Finding the Lost Garden. She Wolf's Den.
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March | 2009 | Aft Views
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A Soul Food Cafe writing project. Almanac and Ephemeris for the Virtual Traveller. About The Travel Log. The Women of the Woods. March 26, 2009. I heard whispers at first –women’s voices — “Why did she do it? 8221;……”….crazy……”….”now, be fair….”. My eyes felt like they were swollen shut, but I opened them nevertheless. Mercifully, the dark pall of the forest was a relief this time. I rolled slightly to one side and stopped as a fiery stab of pain shot through my shoulder. 8220;Did the Abbess send you?
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January | 2009 | Petty Officer's Lounge
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Petty Officer’s Lounge. Petty Officer At Your Service. Archive for January, 2009. On January 30, 2009. Wee Angus is prowling. On January 21, 2009. On deck, the Lemurian Voyage. On January 15, 2009. New Passenger in Cabin #2 Next to Chief Petty Officer. On January 10, 2009. Wee Angus has had a portrait painted. On January 8, 2009. Salute to my Captain and Greetings to the Crew. On January 6, 2009. On the 12th Night, in January 2009 the. Will set sail. The. Note from the deck. Wee Angus finds a spare muse.
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Aft Views | A Soul Food Cafe writing project | Page 2
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A Soul Food Cafe writing project. Almanac and Ephemeris for the Virtual Traveller. About The Travel Log. A Conversation on the Portico. March 13, 2009. I shifted on my feet. The intense gaze of the Abbess made me nervous, and I was not sure if I was supposed to address her first. She was a most unusual Abbess. I expected a stiffly dressed, austere matron, not this woman dressed in a pale Grecian-style gown and glittering jewels. I could smell a faint scent of patchouli perfume. 8220;Thank you.”. 8220;If ...
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Situation Desperate | A Lemurian Journal
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Laquo; Journal, Sketch, Create. On Relinquishing Part 2. May 20, 2011 by porchsitter. Off-white walls, pebble-beige floor, days of rain and mist, gray sleeping cat. Brain drained of color, mind devoid of thought, body lethargic, breathing slowing down. Vital signs wavering! Visual transfusion, Soul Food. Needed stat, mental stimulation, prompts take care of that. Therapy suggestions? Journal, sketch, create, stories, drawings, poems, edit, share, and wait. Heather’s prognosis. On May 20, 2011 at 8:04 am.
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April | 2009 | Aft Views
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A Soul Food Cafe writing project. Almanac and Ephemeris for the Virtual Traveller. About The Travel Log. The Next Place Upward. April 14, 2009. I heard the singing birds first. I squinted and threw my hand across my face as a blaze of sunlight seeped under the edges of my eyelids. 8220;Welcome up, ” said a smooth, pleasant voice. 8220;I’m dead,” I flatly said. 8220;Well.” the Abbess cocked her head to one side in thought, “we best leave that discussion to another time. How do you feel? 8220;Did I what?
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Henry | A Lemurian Journal
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Smuggling the Muse into The City of Ladies. Why can’t I stay in the theater, or at the Abbey. The Abbey’s nice; it’s quiet. Sorry, Henry, but you’re my muse and we have work to do in the City of Lady’s. This is where I need you. I hate the dress! Henry looked at me in horror and his blond wig quivered in distress. He mumbled something under his breath. Yyyy-you always say-aaay you’re honest! This is a llll-ie. Here’s my building. You want to go back? Of course, by yourself! Remember the donkey ride?