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One deck later (part 7)
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One deck later (part 7) |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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Four of Pentacles: The sea wanted out, but the dam kept her in. Drop by drop, counting her waves. Drop by drop, her darkening eyes. As she pushed, and pushed, he remaindered to concrete, and she freed to the sky. He was broken. She was blind. Five of Pentacles: He tripped over coins in the dark. Up the stairs, to his bench, crossing the bar. Six of Pentacles: He pressed a hand to each of their verses. Some bore poetry. Others, passion. Many, a gray luck. They weighed their scales. He pressed them with cups of flowers. Seven of Pentacles: I rested from my work, building pillars out of sand, to finish a new castle in dreams among my pillow. Eight of Pentacles: Keep forming steps by twin lanterns' light. Nine of Pentacles: She bid me to drink the light of her mirror. I felt the same. [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (10-30-2002 01:53 PM).] |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
a welcomed sight to these dusty Dark-eyes I'm glad you hadn't forgotten Mike these readings given to the self of the self and by the self unearthed as it is unheavened |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Uh,.........what brian said. Glad to see that you're still dealing the cartes. Ed |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Brian, no need to get sentimental.  Thanks, dude.Wranx, yep, still writin' 'em. Just slower and slower-like. |
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