The full moon rolls in the southern sky;
it is time to practice your craft.You will wander through ruins, your hair
unkempt, your face a long sea voyage.Cut down to the ground the bleeding
heart; let roses go to hips.October will kindle the vines.
Colchicum will open its lavender mouth.
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14 November 2005
Horoscope [old poem]
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This is lovely!
Posted by: etherealfire | 15 November 2005 at 05:40 AM
You have some great pictures! Looks like I'll be visiting your blog again; many, many times over.
Posted by: Jough | 15 November 2005 at 05:06 PM