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when i first noticed the moon, the sun was still out, casting her glory on the western half of the ocean. the moon was shy and reserved, as if not to make a scene until he was sure to get some attention. he waited patiently for his time to shine, gaining courage and poise behind a small cloud friend. "watch that moon rise over the cloud," i said. before anyone would notice, "that moon" would change the scene and make a name for himself. he crept up for his turn at what was left of the day, exchanging glances with the sun, watching her nonchalantly make her way into a different world to shed some light on another life. among the interchange of moon and sun, somewhere in the space between them, i knew there was a metaphor for my life and my current situation playing out across the open sky with the ocean as a stage. "but i won't be the one to point it out," i assured myself. "just let it play out. take it in."
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"when two humans have lived together for many years, it usually happens that each has tones of voice and expressions of face which are almost unendurably irritating to the other"
from C.S. Lewis' 'Screwtape Letters'
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i can't figure out why my parents and i spent so many summer afternoons weeding the entire lawn. dandelions don't hurt anybody. i bet if people didn't fuss about them, they'd come to enjoy their arrival. they represent 70 degree weather. i like dandelions. next time those parents wage war, i'm switching sides
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just remember darling all the while, you belong to me
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i contend that no man has ever understood the complexities, the subtleties, the rawness, of humanness like william shakespeare (-other than maybe Jesus-)
i would love to hear shakespeare make music...
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