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feline_fairy

"

I'm wishing I'd done things differently, then things wouldn't be the way they are now.

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Berkshire, United Kingdom
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About Me

When I was a kid I thought by now I'd be bound by a ring cooking fishfingers with curlers in my hair and half a bottle of wine in my stomach listening to the music of 'mummy can I have a happy meal'. Well the wine bit's about right, but the rest is on hold while I embrace the modern version of adulthood and pay the mortgage before using the rest for hedonistic pursuits.

I'm a writer, a poet, a people watcher, and observer. I notice things other's don't and think a lot about why people do the things they do.

I'm a shopper, an ebayer and a shoe queen. I'm an exerciser, a drinker and a sleeper. I sing and laugh and cry and dance but most of all I just am.



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Posted 2 Years Ago


I would love it if you would do that. I'll critique them and pretend I'm a magazine editor, or something. you still know my email addy?

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Posted 2 Years Ago


buddy!!!!!
book's finished.
how are you!

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Posted 3 Years Ago


hey bub. I've missed our long ranting conversations. how's life across the pond? sorry I've not spoken in a while.

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Posted 3 Years Ago


hi. sorry i didn't get back to you quickly. I had a lot of funerary stuff going on.

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Posted 3 Years Ago


em, haven't talked to you in a while. how are you doing?

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Posted 3 Years Ago


Summer

Leaving the house,
I went out to see

The frog, for example,
in her satiny skin;

and her eggs
like a slippery veil;

and her eyes
with their golden rims;

and the pond
with its risen lilies;

and its warmed shores
dotted with pink flowers;

and the long, windless afternoons;
and the white heron

like a dropped cloud,
taking one slow step

then standing awhile then taking
another, writing

her own soft-footed poem
through the still waters.

-- Mary Oliver


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Posted 3 Years Ago


...hey thanks, you have a funny bio,
cookin fish sticks drunk? LOL..