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things that grapple through: I want your hands
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Things that grapple through. Thursday, July 22, 2010. I want your hands. I want your hands. Your fingers to messy themselves in the dark tangles of my hair. I want your hands. Your fingers to chart territory on the compass of my body. I want your hands. Your fingers to fit with mine. This ones goin good, but i have a small guess that you are with holding something more. good read though. October 20, 2010 at 2:23 AM. December 26, 2010 at 9:45 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Mizo writing in english.
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things that grapple through: June 2013
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Things that grapple through. Sunday, June 23, 2013. Half a decade of : An homage. 8216;Reconstituted apple juice’* How many JUDE-ians were into The Doors? Such wonderful crazy kooky weird wired incredibly incredulous people. No country for the lily-livered those halls. Wherever my lot is doing whatever, I like to think we are all still ground breaking-ly earth shatteringly rolling eyes at convention. Did we smuggle cheat sheets on occasion? Was the boys’ room strewn with books during exams?
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things that grapple through: June 2010
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Things that grapple through. Saturday, June 26, 2010. To really write about the present. What i am doing right now. Writing a personal letter. At the tail-end of 27. I strive to walk hallowed halls. For an existence-void-of-non-existence's sake. Home the geography is a difficult territory. Necessitating pushes and shoves. This strive can fall through. Founded on yo yo resolve. There's a time frame. Can/might/will still shimmy through. Tuesday, June 15, 2010. What it feels like for a girl.
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arcche: February 2011
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Wednesday, February 09, 2011. In the norton rendition today. kempe is marvellous. laughter builds and builds alongside wonder and admiration and intrigue and much else. but you read, really, for these moments, when it is simply impossible to not fold the book in your hands and give over - several times - to laughing out loud :). Wednesday, February 02, 2011. Winter. storm. winter storm. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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arcche: April 2011
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arcche: November 2010
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arcche: September 2011
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Thursday, September 22, 2011. Prayer for travelling people. If it is evening when they set out,. Collect them into the last light. And make it dawn for them. If someone kissed them. Goodbye, let them both remember. Give them fewer waits at airports. Or train stations or bus stops. Or rickshaw-stands. Mostly,. Give them breath to walk. Far and wide and with. Clouds catching their eyes. Give them silence if they. Are happy. Give them. Conversation if they are. And thinking not just of. Passing from place to.
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Thursday, September 22, 2011. Prayer for travelling people. If it is evening when they set out,. Collect them into the last light. And make it dawn for them. If someone kissed them. Goodbye, let them both remember. Give them fewer waits at airports. Or train stations or bus stops. Or rickshaw-stands. Mostly,. Give them breath to walk. Far and wide and with. Clouds catching their eyes. Give them silence if they. Are happy. Give them. Conversation if they are. And thinking not just of. Passing from place to.
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arcche: October 2010
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Sunday, October 10, 2010. There was a pass on the mule track from Kalimpong where someone at sometime had put up a sign asking "Is it nothing to ye who pass by? How strange, how deeply moving those few puzzling words. For these muleteers and horse riding traders, who sat on beautifully worled saddles and rugs or rich brocades, what did the end of a long journey mean? Desmond Doig, 'A Bus to Gangtok', Look Back in Wonder. New Delhi: HarperCollins, 1995), p.21. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
