The glowing light of the room pulled my eyes towards its mystery. Night had fallen suddenly, perhaps precociously as the earth tilts towards solstice. I listened to the tap tap of my own footsteps as I hurried home. Looking backwards I could see the faint shadows of the room's ghostly occupants.
A place perfect for a person like me thought, Princess Haiku and perhaps I will stop by for ink black tea, a tarot reading and an orange. What story do you see within the warm orb of the secret room?
Speaking of Solstice; it's time for me to listen to Loreena McKennitt's Book of Secrets.
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"wonder what they do in there"
from Jim Morrison, The Doors, "People are Strange" (I think).
A single soul resides there with no wishes, hopes,desires, or regrets. All is well, soul and belly are full, and sleep is imminent.
But what are those tiny shoe-tickings in the near distance? No matter . . . she is off to wonder and wander.
Goatman, what a perfect comment! I am hoping to do some wandering in SF this week; we shall see.
they might be blogging in there.
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