Taste: gray, smoldering, teriyaki earth; raspberry and lemon sugar glaze
Sight: burdock root — soiled black, seared white, ruined gray and bleeding red — Russian writer Leo Tolstoy wrote in his journal, in 1896, about a tiny shoot of burdock he saw in a ploughed field, "black from dust but still alive and red in the center … It makes me want to write. It asserts life to the end, and alone in the midst of the whole field, somehow or other had asserted it."; she has "Love," tattooed across her chest, on her sternum, over her heart — the one that beats
Touch: bending green flower bells
Sound: bells, harp music by the Society for the Preservation of Faerie Arts, Faerie Archives Vol. I, by High Priestess
Smell: an oily warehouse
Extra: on the sadness of sudden loss of life, of friends, a decade later — over time the shock wears off, but the sadness escalates with all the years of their presence lost and the knowledge of relationships lost that would have been a source of joy, security, and comfort; looking for parking on a wild idyllic coast, driving by only to be blinded by the light reflecting on the ocean waves, driving bewildered out to sea
Sight: burdock root — soiled black, seared white, ruined gray and bleeding red — Russian writer Leo Tolstoy wrote in his journal, in 1896, about a tiny shoot of burdock he saw in a ploughed field, "black from dust but still alive and red in the center … It makes me want to write. It asserts life to the end, and alone in the midst of the whole field, somehow or other had asserted it."; she has "Love," tattooed across her chest, on her sternum, over her heart — the one that beats
Touch: bending green flower bells
Sound: bells, harp music by the Society for the Preservation of Faerie Arts, Faerie Archives Vol. I, by High Priestess
Smell: an oily warehouse
Extra: on the sadness of sudden loss of life, of friends, a decade later — over time the shock wears off, but the sadness escalates with all the years of their presence lost and the knowledge of relationships lost that would have been a source of joy, security, and comfort; looking for parking on a wild idyllic coast, driving by only to be blinded by the light reflecting on the ocean waves, driving bewildered out to sea
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