December 12, 2002


Keenly observed the world is transformed. The landscape is engorged with detail, every movement on it chillingly sharp. The air between people is charged. Days unfold, bathed in their own music. Nights become hallucinatory; dreams, prescient. Gretel Ehrlich ~ Solace of Open Spaces
Posted by fred1st at December 12, 2002 07:36 AM

Oh yes, indeed. Gretel Ehrlich's Solace of Open Spaces is wonderful! :)

Posted by: Artichoke Heart at December 12, 2002 10:51 AM


In fact, I was just thinking aloud something similar about the way you write.

Posted by: Cody at December 12, 2002 01:28 PM


Posted by: Da Goddess at December 12, 2002 02:13 PM

"The air between people is charged." Having been struck by lightning, she ought to know!

Posted by: sainteros at December 12, 2002 05:21 PM

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