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Aleas Crawan
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A moment of thought, free flying sunlight takes wing, the Honfleur market.
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Snapped cycles slipping into spiraling funnels,
Random atoms hopscotching through time and causality,
Vectorial hives, nested networks, e-motive tunnels,
The privates of industry have met for a cup of tea.
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They come, they go, the yours, the minds, the hours,
No pearls of wisdom, hidden gold, nor wilted salt flowers,
Sharp edges, wedges, cutting the thing apart
Parting the whole, spirit, soul, and heart.
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Investigations have come to a head.
The prime suspect will be brought in for cuddles and questioning.
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The victim was found by a jogger at 7.30am, lying deceased, face up in a shallow plate of water.
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When I cook, I cook for two.
One is for me and the other is for you.
Mine may not be as pretty, but tastes just as fine.

Pasta with chopped fresh basil, ground cashews, grated aged goat cheese, and assorted garnishing.
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2014-06-28
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Our long journey has been completed.
The bridge trolls and heartbreaks were dodged.
The mountains crossed and challenges overcome.
The arrival is sweet.
But sweet as an ending can be, it is also just a beginning.
A deep breath before facing tomorrow.
A deep breath as I savor this moment in time.
The sun shines over the endlessly dancing ocean.
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The journey was undertaken. Bridges were crossed. We left both clouds and sunlight behind us.
Lighthearted and with eyes locked on the horizon, we made our way to the sea.
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Sweet, cool, and moist. Semolina cake with pineapple and caramel.
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6/10/14
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Some woods aren't enchanted, but they are all inhabited by strange and wonderful beings.

The cycle of life and death plays out at a pace that is so slow as to be alien to our disconnected lifestyles. The trees all strive for sustenance from the sky and the earth, feed upon their fallen kin, powerfully push out roots and limbs, and ultimately go about the chaos of life with its infinite and infinitely interacting factors with quiet grace and complete indifference.

I had, for a brief subjective moment in time, insinuated myself into this engine of life but now I return to my world that is wonderful in its own right.
Time to go home.
A hot shower, a delicious dinner, and my own bed await... for now, that's magic enough for me.
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6/2/14
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