Dance in the Full Moon

Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Thursday, March 22, 2012

3.22

I've gone to sleep. The sun sank deep into the valley until it disappeared and all that was left was the last limpid sunlight draining from the sky.
Too poetic. The sun went down: so did I.

4 comments:

  1. anelles47March 23, 2012 at 7:46 AM

    "The last limpid sunlight."

    I like this. The last sentence is poetic too, you know.

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  2. AshleeMarch 23, 2012 at 8:38 PM

    You suckered me into that last line. How? I read the beginning and I thought, "How poetic. I like." And then I read the last lines and watched cynicism raise its head. :D

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  3. Robby Van ArsdaleMarch 24, 2012 at 10:34 PM

    SUCKERED
    Yeah, I am trying to find a balance between luxurious language and specificity.

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  4. anelles47March 25, 2012 at 8:20 PM

    Hmm. Let us specify luxoriously.

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