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3/13/2024 2:12 pm

A 'dusting' of inflections.

I'd taken on a Spanish class and was thrilled when the teacher loved the way I recited my work.
I'd decided to use my lower case and had arranged the spaces as if gathering my thoughts ,or rage at the situation.
It was afterall an aggressive language, not apologetic at all, not like French that dawdled around getting good manners right.
Having just one language wasn't enough to express yourself properly.
Oh and there was Irish, what a delicious 'concept?' that is.
I'd move to Ireland just to pick that one up. I loved the cranberries, o'riordan has such a captivating sound and presence.
How could any SOAB abuse her?
Males had run'a'muck, lost all sense of respect it seemed.
I'd taken to telling jokes in my 'Irish tongue' and just the accent made em laugh, and it amazed me how the words and tone slipped so naturally off my tongue.
I would definitely have to go there and just see if I could fit in with the crowd.
Fact is I've never felt like I'd fitted in anywhere.
I loved the rain and cold places and the touch of stone.
I often thought of building with stone but there wasn't much of that around.
I'd found some 'good ones' on my walks but it would take a long time at that rate to get enough.
I wanted a small castle with a flag on top.
The view was already there and I'd easily get lost enjoying it.
I wondered about the first white to cross the space to finally be awed by the splendor of the view.
Some double hinged windows that would open out to give an unhindered view.
The magnificence of it cried out for the lofty tones of the panpipe to fill the gorgeous space.
Sound was my life afterall, I loved everything about it.
The frogs too, they connected with space and time in a magical way, they brought oxygen 2 , that work to mind.
Now we were getting somewhere and once I'd learned the secret, the secret of how the mind could be taken to zero and re-inputed with fresh data, a new personality, and that one would have Delores, front and center and all, the one's with the gift of an artistic pen would write about her, lovingly.
Dolores wrote the perfect tribute song to fit her own tragic circumstances. You can raise your glass to her in the same place she slipped away,,,,,,, How cool is that?