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February 2004
The Mountain's Secret
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Name: Marie
aka: CityKat
aka: Bubbles
Age: 18 - eek! I'm old...
Birthday: December 13
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Location: The box that is campus.
Loves: RH;MIT, music, friends, the outdoors, all of my hometowns, critters, WAGGGS
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Chicken Soup For The Souless -What goes on in Jesse's brain, nobody knows...
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Lean On Me -Regan's digital and cryonable shoulder.
Manitoulin Wannabe -The heart of the island's where her heart lies.
One Ring... -Ali's blog. Her straight forward is kinda crooked.
Random Thoughts -It’s Jeff! And the voices!.
Searching in the Darkness -Lex's blog, we'll force him to see dawn one of these days.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow -It’s Kuriosity!
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Chris's Site -Games, Pics, Jokes... He's got it. And BESS can't get him.
F-Concept! Oi!Oi!Oi! -Leader's only!... okay, and Josh and Bubble!
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Sinfest -Funny as Hell. Thanks to Lex for getting me hooked.
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I found a letter I wrote this summer, to a friend the day after she left for home. I never sent it, but just maybe she will find it here.
Yesterday, Josh followed us,… down to the ‘jungle’. Where the ferns, waist high,parted to our coming, the trees towered above us with the magnificence and power of their age, and the grace of their knowledge, the subtle green moss gave way to our quiet and respectful steps as we wandered in awe through a land of dreams. We walked the bike path, where the four-wheeler had torn its way through ferns, trees, and moss alike. There I showed you my greatest of all fears, destruction, nothing remained on this path having been ripped through by a machine of cold metal with a rider who’s heart was just as cold as he ignored the beauty he destroyed.
Today after the coming of my father and his son and their plans to build and create wonder, the path down to our jungle looks like that sea of destruction, the trees lay broken, the moss torn away. Purple blood now flows where the berry bushes once thrived. And still worse yet, this trail doesn’t stop at the rock face, as I sit here on the face’s highest peak, I can see that it goes farther. It runs through the ferns we waded through, now they lay on the ground, yellow and trampled In runs through the trees, the most ancient suffered least with only branches torn to reveal the light pink of their hearts. The younger, lay broken, torn at the stump and thrown away without thought. It runs down the creek’s side, stirring the crystal waters making them brown and purple as the blood of both the land and surrounding berry bushes run through it on their way to nowhere. In runs through my heart as I stare at a barren land remembering the picture that we took just yesterday.
Am I the only one who sees the beauty here? Josh sees a fort, dad, he sees a game trail, a chance to hunt. Mom, she hasn’t even seen it and tells me that it’s life. I’m starting to think that you will be the only one I will ever show this place to. By the time others come it looks as if it will be gone. The bird’s are silent now, as with all the creatures. My mind is even silent, the only sound that rings within is the sorrow I feel, and the song that the goddess once played. The song that the birds sang, the wind whistled, the waters ran, the children hummed.
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Monarch’s Flight
Lost.
The ferns rise to your coming and gather all around.
The birches praise your arrival and show their truest colours.
Both big and small, the maples crowd, this; your abode.
Joyous with your appearance, the insects flutter and fly.
Confused.
The trees seem to grow, the sun shines brighter, and you know your home is close.
You cannot see from whence you came, the plants do not part.
Home.
One monarch lands on the nearest birch to show to you its brilliance.
You cannot see, left nor right; there is but more expanse.
Found.
Your mind wonders; your heart seems true. Home feels but steps away.
The monarch takes flight with the jay, and the sun dulls to your expression.
You have found your way; you know just where to go.
The soft moss greets as you sit in your true place.
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this stuff is good. good show marie.
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Biff - February 4, 2004, 7:51 p
Post!
You should post more often girl...
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Loki - February 4, 2004, 7:16 p
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