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let's get the seven lines.
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I woke up early this morning and spent an hour wrestling with the angel my story before deciding to take a rest and check LJ. Which lasted a full hour in and of itself. Gah. 135 entries from my flist in under a day. Woe is me and my poor time-management skills. Only yours truly could wake up 2 hours early and still wind up running late for work.

Who knew fairies could be so brutal? This story may finish me before I finish it.

If you only read one link today, it should be this one. If you only read two links today, then click right here for number two.

For the first few minutes this morning, I lay in the peaceful dark with absolute silence and Sarah Harmer in my head. Is anyone familiar with Harmer, or her band Weeping Tile? I listened to the song "Dogs and Thunder" for something like 6 months before I actually realised what the lyrics were about. And now, about a year later, I think that I may really, really love her. I say that on the basis primarily of this one song. But I'd love--no, I need to hear more of her music. Especially if it's all as true and real and human as this.

A rifle sits behind her sleeping ear
Echo on the cold wall
Closest neighbour couldn't hear
We'd dug a hole in the fall
So now it's a frozen burial
And she's gone just before the new year

Well, I'm gonna build a cross for her spot between the trees
And stick it in firm so it won't sway in their breeze
You and I have trouble making up our half-assed minds
But she'd seen sixteen years of our kind
And what's it like when your memories start to freeze?

Oh and I wonder what it is about dogs and thunder
What they hear coming over the field
Back hall shelter
Warm nights in summer
Shaking the ground that you lie under
Well I know you're not here
But at least you don't feel it anymore

And I came to see you on the day that it happened
You said, "Hey sorry, Sar, I gotta go."
And I was trying to read some sort of reaction
In something you just can't show

So I guess it's time I go

Across the snowy barnyard
Just past the driving shed
Shadow of me in the moon
I was in a movie in my head
This pile of dirt on the ground will sink when nobody's around
Winter covers everything, but everything's not dead

Oh and I wonder what it is about dogs and thunder
What they hear coming over the field
Back hall shelter
Warm nights in summer
Shaking the ground that you lie under
Well I know you're not here
But at least you don't feel it anymore

Well I know you're not here
But at least you don't feel it anymore
Well I know you're not here
But at least you don't fear it anymore.

Yousendit. link 1 & link 2.
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