Seeing anew, again. The world threatens to swallow and engulf what I might attempt to hold up in reply. It's a game of mirrors, and I don't bank on having a steady hand. However, I *know* there's stuff in the attic, and all it needs is light and an eye to see her by. Tomorrow is devoted to this book, God save you if you can peer in an find enjoyment. (Hint: there's some of us out here who actually *do*)
http://www.trentu.ca/faculty/jjoyce/
Oh, but wait, there's more. The Eagles. Take it to the Limit. You knew, didn't you? Its what underlies it all
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Hey, Sean. I've noticed you love to speak metaphorically, i.e., "the world swallows," "game of mirrors," "steady hand," "stuff in the attic," "light to see her by." And that you feminize "stuff" as "her." Verrrry Interesting! I smell a psychological story brewing and brewing!
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