sky is womb and she's the moon

There are few things more wonderful* in the world than my perfect, beautiful, gorgeous kitchen fully stocked, organized, and cleaned, with everything emptied and put away in the proper place.

*Dick, dick is better.

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The whole Valley looked just like it was smoking apart at the cracks tonight as I drove home: bright, dark, luminous fog, and heavy cloud bank all swirled together like some birth or death of a thing. It looked like Nithavellir.

I can't imagine that it would be possible to live here and not fall in love with this place.

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I got a lot of little worked up thoughts about Legend's end that I'd like to put in here. I guess part of me feels like if I write it all down, it will be really done. I will talk about it soon. For now, I just want to tell a brief anecdote. Leaving Monday morning, I ran into my older brother, who had just got in that morning from a big trip, but had apparently been in touch with my parents--probably my father. Anyway, he gave me a hug and immediately said, totally earnest and concerned: "I heard you died. TWICE."

I have such a great family.