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The Journal of Alison McKenzie It's snowing and I wrote a little diddy
11/28/2006 10:18 p.m.
I don't know why the whole idea of snow made me think of Father Sky being able to bear children - snowflakes - except that I've had triplets, not identical, and you know what they say about no two snowflakes being alike (i.e., "fraternal" snowflakes). And I don't know why I related the snow to birth, except that everything seems so pure and new when it snows. And then it occured to me that Winter is the equivalent of everything sleeping, the "end" of a person's life, the event BEFORE the spring (or birth). But still, everything feels new and clean to me in Winter. And then I thought about how death and life could be the same events, somehow.
That was my thinking...
I saw a picture of the Warden. He's gorgeous. And he understands implicity how it is that a male might give birth...
I am currently Creative
I am listening to My inky thoughts
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