tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846028939868712159.post466560681963702537..comments2023-06-09T06:13:13.683-07:00Comments on The Episcopagan: The Ghosts That Haunt MeThe Dancing Cronehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12661825713234722591noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846028939868712159.post-52392630360253356492015-12-01T16:58:16.935-08:002015-12-01T16:58:16.935-08:00Peregrine falcons always eat the brains of their p...Peregrine falcons always eat the brains of their prey first Francie. Your dream reminds me of a poem. The Man With the Blue Guitar, by Wallace Stevens. <br /><br />"The man bent over his guitar,<br />A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.<br /><br />They said, "You have a blue guitar,<br />You do not play things as they are."<br /><br />The man replied, "Things as they are <br />Are changed upon the blue guitar."<br /><br />And they said then, "But play, you must,<br />A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,<br /><br />A tune upon the blue guitar<br />Of things exactly as they are."Mark Elderkinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03251928969935437984noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846028939868712159.post-55787077479722241602015-09-12T05:13:30.156-07:002015-09-12T05:13:30.156-07:00That is very intense... That is very intense... Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09262406079948479112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846028939868712159.post-3775842628435752472015-09-11T11:44:33.131-07:002015-09-11T11:44:33.131-07:00Jung promises that it's worth it though.Jung promises that it's worth it though.Debra She Who Seekshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01845703092794695023noreply@blogger.com