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Of breathing and focus

Perhaps once you had a ‘thing’ in your life where you found silence, peace and the true reminder of what it is to be alive. For me, it was small calibre shooting. .22 ftw. When I was there, I didn’t take it seriously. Oh, I got colours, but that was because for some ridiculous reason, [...]

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August 30th, 2009 by Feylian

Of rediscovering old friends and blood sizzling joy

I have no idea where to start. I am so incredibly happy that I feel like I breathe by expanding my lungs past my ribs and inhaling popping candy oxygen. I love my life. I do not deserve this blessing nor this blood sizzling joy. And no, I am not in love. Factors contributing to [...]

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August 26th, 2009 by Feylian

Of shades of brown butterflies falling through the floor

I have a lot of work to do but there is in me a /bounce spirit that makes concentrating harder than removing cooled homemade caramel from a formica tabletop. Remember that winter-sun-drenched feeling of stretching your legs on the rugby/soccer/hockey field, when everything is that Highveld dry golden brown, and every worry seeps into pearls [...]

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July 31st, 2009 by Feylian

Of birthdays and blessings and being /bounce

Ok so it is horrifically cold. I have always had to have birthdays in the cold but seriously…the one year I attempt a bonfire braai with my heartpeople it is so cold we could use the tears of little children as toothpicks. And yet…/beam. MAN, I’m excited. My blood is literally fizzing with joy and [...]

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June 26th, 2009 by Feylian

Of moving house and starting anew

I started YGM because I had to deal with my first true, someone-kill-me-please heartbreak. All posts before this one was done on www.blogs.24.com/feylian. I wrote it specifically for Perfect Guy. We wrote to each other every day for about 2 months and I had gotten used to writing everyday and I couldn’t give it up. [...]

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June 17th, 2009 by Feylian

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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. ~W.B. Yeats

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Of rediscovering old friends and blood sizzling joy

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