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About Me Member General Writer Bryher20/Female/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 4 Years
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First DateIt was our first date.     When I came back from getting my coat, he was sitting at a bench in the empty living room, facing slightly away from me, fingers fluttering in the air.  As I watched, I realized: he was playing piano.  His hands moved comfortably and reverently over invisible keys, touching each octave of air with the certainty of a concert player seated at a Broadwood.  He closed his eyes and visibly relaxed, a faint but sincere smile glowing on his face as he settled into the piece.  Watching him, it was difficult not to smile as well at witnessing such apparent and pure pleasure, First Date
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Masticated CritiqueEveryone admired the honesty, the personal touches, the elegant soul-baring in her writing.  I resented her for it.  When opening a book, I didn’t ask to be let in to what seemed so private, so real, and to have someone foist their heart’s contents out upon me unbidden made them feel more like those of chamber pot than a trusting confession.  Her passion was revolting; her truth disgusted me; her relentless courage in revealing her innermost thoughts and feelings made me despise her.  Not that her passion and truth were vulgar—they were simply real, and I found that contemptible.  How dare she Masticated Critique
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North Sea SunsetSitting cross-legged on damp sand,  Both of us having been rained on then wind-blown.  My brand-new jeans are ignored.  Petty niceties such as clothes, coiffes, and the common cold are suprefluous,  Forgotten for a thumb-smoothed sky  And the blown steel of a smoky sea.     Oh, that foamy iron page,  That mysterious siren in olive-laced platinum!  Gray paints darker shades of gray within itself,  Then melts into palest golden-pink.  The darker gray becomes ashy lavender.  There are bouquets in a North Sea sunset,  Yet they share a scent: longing. North Sea Sunset
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Boat RideWind breathlessly embraces me;  it is an invitation to dance with it on the waves.     The sea! the sea!  She is silver and brown and blue and green and gold,  a mood ring that changes my moods:  no dependent variation on her part.  I lean with and above her in the gray-gold light,  smiling at the playful spray on my skin.  How can she be so light-hearted and so mysterious?  Reverent silence seems most appropriate,  yet robust songs of joy and substance burst from me--  Being here provokes celebration and worship.     My fellow pilgrim squeezes my shoulder:   Boat Ride
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College!

Thu Aug 31, 2006, 10:30 AM
God, I love college. High school was a nightmare. College is wonderful.

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  • Current Residence: Gambier, OH
  • Interests: Writing, reading, dancing, anthropology
  • Favourite movie: Dangerous Beauty, Pirates of the Caribbean.
  • Favourite band or musician: Imogen Heap, Ani Difranco, Beethoven.
  • Favourite genre of music: Oh, god. Almost everything. Rock, classic, Disney, folk...
  • Favourite artist: Da Vinci and Vermeer.
  • Favourite poet or writer: Shakespeare, Pope, Swift, Austen, Wordsworth, Keats, Atwood.
  • Favourite photographer: Helle Slutz
  • Favourite style of art: Non-Modern.
  • MP3 player of choice: iPod.
  • Wallpaper of choice: Jolly Roger.
  • Personal Quote: "How else is life made real, but by story and song and fiery dance?"
  • Tools of the Trade: Pens, pencils (mechanic or not), word processor.

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