23 September 2009

Sunset

leaving you, not really belonging to either, not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent, not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing that turns to a star each night and climbs-

...one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.

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Bix , the fanatic cook.