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RE: Vine-twined nights

in #poetry7 years ago

Haha. Depends on the date and time; one might be the only human milling around. But generally unless the weather is awful a few sentient creatures creep around the creek area. It's a nice partial escape from the technological boxes in which we dwell.

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What others don't realize is that when you step outside you become a sentient being.

Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that's a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play world.

Puddleglum the Marshwiggle