I Love Her Pearl Baby, Her Sun Plan, Her Green Dream.

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Trees and her river of love  9:19 pm

The air was cool and clouds were dense and low. There were no clear shadows. All was in diffuse light. The grey was an irregular rippled mass with tufts and dense regions. There were one or two spots of rain –that would come later. Blue sky was concealed. Trees wavered and some were still, as the light breeze ebbed and flowed through them.

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Early morning.  4:59 am

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Her morning love light.  5:04 am

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Early Morning 5:56 am

It was chilly out, and the sun was behind a darkened shield. Birds were calling but they were subdued –except for the lovebirds. The roar of traffic was surprisingly loud –especially in the distance with its hollow and gasping stream of tire rolls. A helicopter droned to southeast. Seagulls remained aloof. I wished it were warmer.

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Her Green Garden of Love  6:31 am

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Her Green Garden of Love 7:12 am

The rippled texture of the clouds was very detailed and delicate –like folds of skin merging with dark and light grey. I was in love with my soulmate. This morning I awoke early but drifted off more than once. And so the collection of scenes from my beloved dreamgirl might be incomplete. But I was awake to her love.

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Her green with ’saucer’  8:22 am

The solo lovebird was back but remained elusive to my point of view. It was too hard to tell where he was. Another birdcall gained prominence, as her voice carried on the air. Three pigeons flew past and the leaves were looking so eager and ready for fishing. They were working hard to feed on the air currents promising moisture for them.

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Her trees and river of love.   9:19 am

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Her river of love and Habitat  9:54 am

They bobbed, they waved and they flickered. A dark bird with yellow beak and round tummy sped on as church bells rang and echoed at 10:45 am. And my heartbeat rang deep for Anna. The dense cloud insulated the ring of the echo that arose was fullnes as the volume grew and then faded.

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Time bridges her river of love.  10:44 am

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              10:29 am                  11:44 am                  12:33 pm

A plane made its way through the sky. The cloud texture transformed into a more cohesive and structured pattern. I wrote for my heartthrob as the crows cawed. On a brief walk down to Queen Mary I saw a mother crow with her two babies, flying together.  It was then that I recognized the baby crow’s voices.  Perhaps they were going to watch a cartoon  about a girli with pink hair living in a garden and a black widow spider in red shoes?

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Time bridges her river with rain.  1:10 pm

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Time bridges her river with rain.   2:45 pm

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Time bridges her river with rain.  3:37 pm

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Time bridges her river with rain.  4:22 pm

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Her yellow tents and the rain.  4:50 pm

together29.jpgI love Anna’s natural essence, her inward making, and her tangible plans. I love her love commitments complete.I love her green harvest, her traveling performance, and her fulfilling experience. I love Anna’s healthy body, her organic dreams. I long to consummate our house complete with marriage ceremony and baby. I love her sun and moon sculptures. I love her writing award and her photographs of the real. She satisfied my heart like no other woman on earth.

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Traffic with rain.  5:08 pm

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Bonsecours Dome  5:18 pm

together29.jpgShe swims in my clean heart, and I love her swimming. I long for a bottle of wine, a meal and a loaf of bread with my heartthrob, on a boat built for actor and actress and baby. She weaves my dreams with her actualizing images. I love her in my book of love. I love her moon breakthroughs made real. I love her dreamwork ripening. I love Anna Dirksen.

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Bonsecours and green steeple.  6:18 pm

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Place Viger and rain.   7:18 pm

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Her Rain Glow of Love  7:29 pm

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Downtown rain.  8:18 pm

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Relating and betwixt in the rain.  8:43 pm

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Night rain.  8:45 pm

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Dark is her night.  8:46 pm

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Her Harbour Night.  8:47 pm

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Time and her black potency.  8:50 pm

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Her night with rain.  8:57 pm

rat-demon.jpeg We were on our ninth round –the hunching milder now, the frowns less frequent –when the window silently slid open, and the ghost of Crummy Nixon projected into the room. I’m sure there are countless explanations for it: she actualized, an underling descending from the Spirit World. Superior Ratri eased to her hindquarters. I glided out of my bubble, but Fluid space slumped to snub her mother figure.

     “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you.  Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” -John 14:27, she said sluggishly, but I was sad to discover I was wrong: it was a whispering falsetto, with dead air. “Glad to be late. A major peace of mind. Quite major! Fools…” She rose to bite her old fluid space’s jowl. “And it can’t be Sigmund Fraud of Ratcliffe Careers. You should leave Symbiotics. What tedium! I thought I’d never see you again, so why don’t you take care of it? Shit! Shit!  And you look unwell, Dr. Fraud. A large 7-Up for me, Superior. But why am I here? This is not very nice.”

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Actualizing

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Relating

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I love Anna Dirksen.

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