A little less returned for him each spring. Music began to fail him. His dark familiar, often walked apart. His spirit grew uncertain of delight,. Certain of its uncertainty, in which. That dark companion left him unconsoled. For a self returning mostly memory. Only last year he said that the naked moon. Was not the moon he used to see, to feel. In the pale coherences of moon and mood.

I was never the girl picked for kissing in truth or dare. So by the time I got to high school, and not only made friends, but started dating, it was a new world.

Welcome to the Writing Studio. 8230;where we celebrate our uniqueness, transform dramatic life experiences into literature, film and theater and discover personal freedom while giving voice to the unspeakable. To contact me email Elana Golden. Or call me at 323. The Writing Studio , founded in January 2000 by Elana Golden, is based in Los Angeles.

This site is marked private by its owner. If you already have both of these, great! Larr; Back to WordPress.

So what do you survey? Gabriela asked Tav the Time traveling automaton vacuum. I survey existence, Tav responded,. You survey all of existence? Yes all of time and space I survey so that a complete record may be made. The two were walking along down a hill in what looked like the middle of nowhere. So where are we now five hundred years in the past? I thought my house was built in a forest. I thought you traveled time. The next couple of jumps were to short to.