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July 12th, 2010

(325) we live here @ 11:49 pm

walk up this heavy day
see that sky through the cracks
climb our towers
look out over our world
that world
not the world we live in
but all that underneath us
what we'll never have

ours is better
up here
but I'll never get that
that hill over there...
what's in that green?
I wouldn't know by visiting
never know
never have it
but to live there
and a transplant is an always an Alien
that's bullshit Johnny
you can't ever belong there
that's why you gotta clone yourself with a local momma to male a new body
a new boy
a new man
who can grow up a part of those leafy valleys
know its caves and streams
salt marshes and antique stores!
and often look up at these towers
over here
and wonder what it'd be like...

what would it be like?


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Date:July 13th, 2010 07:00 pm (UTC)

that hill over there...

While in Lacock, I needed to do laundry, I inquired of the maid, "Is there a laundramat in that town over there (I could see the church steeples about 3 miles away)?" The maid said, "Oh deary me! That's Melksham! I never been there! I've never been out of Lacock!"
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Date:July 15th, 2010 03:15 am (UTC)

Re: that hill over there...

(is that from "Invisible Cities"? ... or an Alisdare Grey story?)
Date:July 15th, 2010 06:29 pm (UTC)

Re: that hill over there...

No, it happened to me while staying at Lacock Abbey, also went to the local pub - been there since about 1100, still had a turnspit (but no dog) in the fireplace, when I returned to the Abbey, the land lady asks, "Did yer see 'is lady?" with a sneer. Seems Camella was sneaking a visit with Charles who was supposedly on a fox hunt but had to borrow hunting dogs.

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