| joy_in_the_cradle_of_calamity | ||
| blueberries |
one small noise in the silent house darkened by the day's unheralded absence. she goes from room to room, wondering, looking, heartbeat insisting. will she find the child stolen by shadow? a victim of mystery? innocence swallowed by trepadation? her fear is a wake in water like molasses, this mother swan in search of the beauty in her ugly duckling. she switches the light on and it explodes in a burst of death. panicked, she stumbles to the cradle. clutching the sleeping bundle who has merely discovered calamitous dream. |
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| Ursula K. Leguin |
O child Anarchia, infinite promise infinite carefulness I listen, listen in the night by the cradle deep as the night is it well with the child |
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| lycanthrope | a soft joy struck him when crossing the rubicon... a moment of presence...a moment given fancy names in later history...war and peace sounded in a changing sky...and in a moment's wading...he couldn't part the two | 020226 |