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Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Green is the color of history. Not the black and white of books or photographs. Not the frozen grey of tombstones and cathedrals. It is green that is the color of time passing. Olive moss, sable in places, covering weeds that spring up along a path long unused.
White is the color of leaving. Oyster corridors, dirty around the edges. The milky wings of the planes against the wintry skies. The cups and chalky saucers in the cafeteria. The white of space and time and distance, bleaching everywhere it touches.
Scarlet is the color of loving. What else...? Imagine. A father sucking away the crimson seam of blood on the end of his child's cut finger. The homesick hearts of lovers separated. The pomegranate inside of a woman's mouth. Kissing. The red of for ever and ever.
I think the writer, Kate Mosse has a beautiful way with words.
12:46:00 AM
Yours Truly
Ingrid
25 years old
Kievan's Mommy
Still Pink Lovin'
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deep inside me. a silent whisper in my mind.
sweet surrender to your love divine. peace enfolding.
in the stillness i empty my soul. and your healing presence flows.
as i breathe the air of heaven. drawing in your fragrance when i breathe.
i feel your fullness come alive inside of me. you're the breath that i breathe.
it's taking hold. like a second nature when i savour. savour you. as i breathe.