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I like random little braids in my hair. They're pretty. I want bells or something too, little ones. Copper and silver?

Funny, you know. Being pretty and good in bed doesn't end up getting you the really important stuff in the end. Who knew? I think it might even mix people's signals up. You want the thing-- Angus and I both think each other are beautiful, and this is certainly amazing sex --and then you fall into the standard relationship trap.

Huh.

Gary Gygax

I'm sure everyone will hear about it soon, but Gary Gygax is dead.

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Praise What Comes

surprising as unplanned kisses, all you haven't deserved
of days and solitude, your body's immoderate good health
that lets you work in many kinds of weather. Praise

talk with just about anyone. And quiet intervals, books
that are your food and your hunger; nightfall and walks
before sleep. Praising these for practice, perhaps

you will come at last to praise grief and the wrongs
you never intended. At the end there may be no answers
and only a few very simple questions: did I love,

finish my task in the world? Learn at least one
of the many names of God? At the intersections,
the boundaries where one life began and another

ended, the jumping-off places between fear and
possibility, at the ragged edges of pain,
did I catch the smallest glimpse of the holy?

~ Jeanne Lohmann ~