A rain that is perfect for a fantasy is terrible, treacherous for driving.
Friday, July 20, 2007
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- **MML**
- I need loud frogs, great blue herons in the lake, ice cream with perfect timing, an unexpected email from a long lost friend, getting to try the greener grass on the other side, a book, a day of silence, anonymous writing, cold water in a bottle, a dark pink tulip, 78 degrees, smells that remind me of someone, chickadees at the window, inside jokes, and occasional sadness.
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From "What the Thunder Said"
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"Here is no water but only rock/Rock and no water and the sandy road/The road winding above among the mountains/Which are mountains of rock without water/If there were water we should stop and drink/Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think/Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand/If there were only water amongst the rock/Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit/Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit/There is not even silence in the mountains/But dry sterile thunder without rain/There is not even solitude in the mountains/But red sullen faces sneer and snarl/From doors of mudcracked houses/If there were water..." -T.S. Eliot - The Waste Land
"Here is no water but only rock/Rock and no water and the sandy road/The road winding above among the mountains/Which are mountains of rock without water/If there were water we should stop and drink/Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think/Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand/If there were only water amongst the rock/Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit/Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit/There is not even silence in the mountains/But dry sterile thunder without rain/There is not even solitude in the mountains/But red sullen faces sneer and snarl/From doors of mudcracked houses/If there were water..." -T.S. Eliot - The Waste Land
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