And I know in this world ain't nobody got the shine like you got to shine in this world

[sovay]

Happy birthday, rushthatspeaks, my blue-haired love. You are a joy to me, my best cousin. May this be the year you have wanted for a long time.

Ursula K. Le Guin reviews Alan Garner.

The sky is cooling, the light is beginning to tilt over; we are entering autumn, the ghost-season. For a long time it was the season I drew the most strength from, and then it became a reminder of all the things I had lost. The last couple of years have been particularly bad. I don't know if it's superstitiously, but I am telling myself this year will be different: I'll go with you into the dark, Charon, but not to stay. Only so long as it takes to draw you back into the light, sharing the crossing, however many shores this river has.

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[sovay]

Clementines are coming back into the stores, also. You should carry them in your pockets as a talisman (against hunger, of course), like little suns.

Thank you. I shall.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

And watch out for Clissafers. (She can say the name now. I'm so sad. Or bemused.)

[sovay]

(She can say the name now. I'm so sad. Or bemused.)

Time happens to people. It's famous for it. At least you watch it day by day. I get her in jump-cuts.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

I have an urge to put on a shawl, hunch my back, point my shaking finger, and say, "Im yirtzeh Hashem by you, maydele."

But then you would hit me in the back of the head.

[sovay]

But then you would hit me in the back of the head.

From Somerville.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

I think some of the most enduring friendships in the world were founded on judicious fear of bodily harm! Look at ol' Ivan and Boris Godunov!