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the peace of wild things by wendell berry when despair for the world grows in me and i wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, i go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. i come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. i come into the presence of still water. and i feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. for a time i rest in the grace of the world, and am free. *** // e n d . t r a n s m i s s i o n

*** this was something neat lya sent me over on myspace. directions: type "(your name) is" with the quotes into a google search. then pick out your favorite 5 responses. copy, then post your responses here. lyalyalya, repost yours here pleasepleaseplease.. *** 1. anthony is perhaps best known for being the world's youngest phantom. 2. anthony is not a gay hooker, but so what if he was? 3. anthony is a classic example of the 'lost and found' story. 4. anthony is an imposing space-eater with a massive frame that makes his arms appear very short (29-inch length). 5. anthony is always there when she needs him. *** // e n d . t r a n s m

*** i'm at an airport called st. bartholomew's. i'm outside next to a runway, seated across from you. i know it's you, and you know it's me. but we sit quietly, never making eye contact. so instead, i draw sketches of you in my little book.. jotting down all these things i want to know about you. some important, some not. after a while, i put my little book down and stand up. i walk away (as it turns out, where i go is not important). eventually i come back, and you are gone. and that page i was writing on is torn out.. not violently, but rather carefully. i am being changed. i feel strangely energized. i close my eyes and am elsewhere. i