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Your eyelashes went up the stairs, and you followed.
They were holding up the sky, like a waning Atlas,
who stood atop
the heavy lid of a bread box,
an iron-bound oak sea-chest
or a weighted steel door.

Your power returned
raised a thousand black scimitars
to cut your way forward.

© Silas Thorne

Quartel
19.10

Hugo e Bóreas demoravam. O capitão pediu detalhes de execussão da operação. "Como estamos andando?" "Equipe de exploração, à espera do cientista... No mais, estou preparado", diz o Beta. "A equipe de retaguarda está preparada, capitão", diz Dêrmot. Entram Bóreas e Hugo: "perdemos algo?...", pergunta o médico. "Eu é que pergunto: nosso explorador está pronto?", indaga Pelageu. Hugo dá sinal afirmativo, a olhar para ...

So pic time again!
Here are some pics I took of the snow from a over a week ago. I took these about ten minutes after the snow started to fall. It snowed for six hours that day. Work was basicly shut, but was were all still there just in case DAA reopened. Snow brought my country to a standstill! We dont get snow in Dublin. We arent equipt for snow here.
So here are the pics


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To Virgil, written from my point of view. As an idealist, I would hope that gender doesn't matter. Words can speak louder than stereotypes after all.

Love Had a Sensitive Dream

Red as the resonant rule
Dubbed love the resident fool
Come as it may and go far and fey
Red could never be cool

Love warranted Will might be right
And circuited home wearing white
The day rapt in peace from the hills to the seas,
But ...

Starry Crossed Lines

Reality bites, elegance writes
In a hand that’s accustomed to sleepless nights.
Modesty hits, reticence fits
In with company where truculence sits.

Opposites connect with ill effect,
They lose the simplicity that soul mates detect.
What they seek yet is grace, a shadowed face,
A breast that their mind’s eye can trace.

The love of the charged with their strength so enlarged
Speaks soon ...