"I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay,a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you." "Then it was you who wounded Aravis?" "It was I." "But what for?" "Child," said the Voice, "I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no-one any story but his own ." "Who are you?" asked Shasta. "Myself," said the Voice, very deep and low so that the earth shook: and again "Myself," loud and clear and gay: then the third time"Myself," whispered so softly you could hardly
hear it, and yet it seemed to come from all round you as if the leaves rustled with it."

from The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis


Saturday, August 7, 2010

missed out on july.

i just realized that i completely missed out on out writing for the month of july. things were pretty hectic. at one point in time, i felt like i had something meaningful to write to sum up july, but the moment has passed. i feel pretty displaced without having E around. he comes back in 15 days but it's already been 19 days. 15 more seems pretty unbearable.

also, as the days come a little bit closer to him being back in the u.s., i feel a little more sad that when he is back, we won't be in the same place. i'll be down in florida and he'll still be in illinois.

i hope the madness ends soon. :/
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