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So much to say tonight, and still so little that seems to need vocalising.

I want to whisper, so won't you bear with me? Some things can't bear the weight of voices; they have to be pronounced softly. They have to be allowed to drift, and if your ears do not quite catch them, then all the better, it gives your heart a chance to catch the message before ears and mind steal it away. Can I bypass your mind tonight? Entirely? Will you change the permissions for me, just for tonight, and give me a corner of your soul to scribble upon? I promise that it will be the truth, as completely as I know it, because indelible marks should be absolute truth.

( you have my permission. )

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Before I run away to work and forget ... http://www.tears-of-gold.org is back online, after months' hiatus and two weeks in design. Not everything is the way I want it yet, but there should be no -broken- links -- if you find one, let me know? (I know there's something that tests for the things, but I've completely forgotten what.) Most of what's there is familiar to you if you've read this for any length of time. The poetry section probably is not, and the files in the "hidden" area definitely should not be.

I got my first assignment back yesterday, and I am pleased. Very pleased. Taffy made only format changes, and not many of those. Her only quibble with the content was that I hadn't included some details she would have liked to know, and that was a function of the word count restriction.

The assignment was a character description. What I wrote was a rewrite of Life with Logan. Actually, that was the second thing I wrote for the assignment, and I almost didn't send it. Her reception of it mattered greatly, and getting it back without great amounts of red ink -- I can't possibly explain how that feels.

I'm off to work now -- please take care of yourselves and each other.