not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

the game of peonies and foxes and you



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    1. thank you, dirk. it was hard to go wrong with such a beautiful animal.

      xo
      erin

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  2. It's a lovely photo, though it has a sad air, a dead animal is always sad, the grass will continue to grow and the vine but he can no longer see, nor may feel it.
    a hug

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    1. it was so strange, damaso. i carried her out of the woods. she had been frozen into a path on her broken leg. as i carried her she was so beautiful, so unlikely. how could such a creature become? i couldn't imagine. and as you say, so sad. i could not understand how something so formed, so foxlike and particular, was no longer animate. why was i animate but no longer the fox? it made no sense. holding her body i felt convinced there was a veil that could be torn to reanimate her.

      xo
      erin

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  3. Oh no. Poor baby. It's an amazing image erin. Beautiful. But then... they are, aren't they.

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    1. steven, when i consider just how beautiful they are ... it's hard to imagine anything in the world of man measuring up.

      even though she was dead (perhaps because she was dead) it was such a blessing to encounter her.

      xo
      erin

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