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Night falls
I fall
And where were you?
And where were you?

Warm skin
Wolf grin
And where were you?

I fell into the moon
And it covered you in blue
I fell into the moon
Can I make it right?
Can I spend the night?

High tide
Inside
The air is dew
And where were you?

While I
I died
And where were you?

I crawled out of the world
And you said I shouldn't stay
I crawled out of the world
Can I make it right?
Can I spend the night
Alone?

- blue, joss whedon

FSG

I've been trying to formulate a post about FSG in my head for a while now. To say something about all that happened. All I get is fragments, nothing solid.

Shapes:
Cold and wet and cold. Tired on the hard ground. Told my voice is crappy. Morning sunlight. Kissing. Power of litha. Teasing. Late at the fire circle. Riding in golf carts. Taking care of my volunteers. Sarongs. Making a talisman. Learning to use my hands. Heat and light. Lack of sight. Knowing Holly and Oak and honoring them, twice.

Part of me wishes I could say more -- that I could shape words into something solid. Part of me wants to let it lie without saying a word, to let the time be in memory.

Ah well.

(One of the few things that does come together are my thoughts on the CODE ritual. It was lovely and I am grateful every time they ask us back.)

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Get to see Krishan tonight! Yay!

Bouncey Bounce!