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Utopian Turtletop. Monsieur Croche's Bête Noire. Contact: turtletop [at] hotmail [dot] com
Saturday, May 29, 2004
CLIFFSIDE
Half-falling-asleep while singing a lilting waltz to my 16-month-old in the upset middle of the night to try to calm him, in a momentary half-dream hallucination the underlying harmony of the music -- one particular (lost) chord -- became a cliff wall, and I was hanging on by any crag and toe hold, limbs stretched and chest pressed against it. A very nice cliff wall & an impossibly intriguing chord. No sense of danger.
Sweet dreams.
Half-falling-asleep while singing a lilting waltz to my 16-month-old in the upset middle of the night to try to calm him, in a momentary half-dream hallucination the underlying harmony of the music -- one particular (lost) chord -- became a cliff wall, and I was hanging on by any crag and toe hold, limbs stretched and chest pressed against it. A very nice cliff wall & an impossibly intriguing chord. No sense of danger.
Sweet dreams.
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