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gently drowsing
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Now, gently drowsing, she remembers the whistle blowing. It surrounds space, time, sleepy summer evenings many years ago: a remote sad wail involving sleep and memory and somehow love. They’d fight on summer nights because it was hot and [she] cried and the icebox made a dripping noise, and because the whistle blew. But they loved each other, and the whistle–now it’s a part of sleep and darkness, things that happened long ago: a wild lost wail, like the voice of love, passing through the darkened room and softly wailing, passing out of the sphere of sound itself and hearing.
— William Styron, from Lie Down in Darkness (Vintage, 1992)
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Margalletta led the way at a cracking pace, rejoicing at the wheezing noises behind her, praying he would have a heart attack, Not that she believed in a single God, though most of the islanders did. Just in prayer. It was good for you, even if it didn't work.
“From the Lighthouse”, from Across the Wall, Garth Nix
Good ol' Rugby. Having gay dreams about his friends datemates.
My poem 'Garlic' was placed second in the poetry category of from the lighthouse's competition!
So. We woke up at 6 AM, decided to feed the dog, but the cat appeared out of the blue and we fed him instead.
