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June 13, 2015 by martha cargill in short and sweet/poems
June 13, 2015 /martha cargill
angel food, art, art and artists, Be, being, books, dream, life, like, living, love, loved, loving, pray, recover, release, think, thinking
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the girl

March 1996

June 10, 2015 by martha cargill in short and sweet/poems
June 10, 2015 /martha cargill
angel food, art, art and artists, Be, being, blood, books, dream, faith, flip turns, food, life, live, love
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Summer 2003

June 09, 2015 by martha cargill in short and sweet/poems
The dreamy blood red basin slowly went down the drain.
So this is the place
this is the place I live she thought,
and died.
June 09, 2015 /martha cargill
books, dream, life, play
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pablo neruda

pablo neruda

book note

March 03, 2015 by martha cargill in short and sweet/poems

"Now, see, that's where you're wrong, Featherstone said. You're making a young man's mistake. You need to let your anger fall away. It won't get you where you want to be. It's poison. But it will rise from you like smoke from a fire it you let it go. And anger is not a becoming feature as you grow older."

13 Moons, Charles Frazier

March 03, 2015 /martha cargill
books, dream, life, live, love
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dream big/work hard/try always/Moby Dick

February 26, 2015 by martha cargill in short and sweet/poems
"And how nobly it raises our conceit of the mighty, misty monster, to behold him solemnly sailing through a calm tropical sea; his vast, mild head overhung by a canopy of vapor, engendered by his incommunicable contemplations, and that vapor--as you will sometimes see it--glorified by a rainbow, as if Heaven itself had put its seal upon his thoughts. For, d'ye see, rainbows do not visit the clear air; they only irradiate vapor. And so, through all the thick mists of the dim doubts in my mind, divine intuitions now and then shoot, enkindling my fog with a heavenly ray. And for this I thank God; for all have doubts; many deny; but doubts or denials, few along with them, have intuitions. Doubts of all things earthly, and intuitions of some things heavenly; this combination makes neither believer nor infidel, but makes a man who regards them both with equal eye."
"Moby Dick," Chapter 85, Herman Melville
February 26, 2015 /martha cargill
books, dream, life
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