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On a cheerier note, during the lunch break from my training, I stopped by Borderlands which is a bookstore in the Mission district and what to my wondering eyes should appear but: Little Grrl Lost and Promises to Keep. Two new Charles deLint books. Yay!
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Oddly enough as I was walking to the space where the training is taking place this morning I had a spatial deja vu from a rather intense dream I had about three years ago. All the buildings both in size and that angles at which they intersected were precisely what I had dreamed of.
Then, during the introductions, someone flung themselves at me and gave me the biggest hug. Turns out that the person who is letting us use her art studio is the mom of one of my primary children from yeeeaaars ago. So exciting. I get to see this child (who is a beautiful elementary person now judging by her photograph) tomorrow :)
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Here is a poem from the opening line I submitted to the Short Story group tonight
Mendel's Serenade
And yellow penguins began to carve the ice
Summer burns on, and my insanity grows.
I can not decide; I cannot suffer choice;
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
Yellow penguins. I can dig it. Kind of Bradburyesque: Golden Penguins of the Sun. ***CV
