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1. Poetry recitation today. I'd forgotten how much I love voice work. Not just singing, but speaking, hearing your voice fill the room just as it fills your throat; the indentations of it, crests and waves. The way it breaks on the last note, just a little, and how crowd-speaking is not that different from music. At the end there is a moment, always: a vacuum space that lingers as the words roar away, that sudden and dizzying lack of gravity. I who whisper in my sleep, I who sing to empty streets - I see the shock in their faces and I think, don't you know the power that throbs beneath the skin?
2.cozyup!
You know you want to.
ETA: You know what I really want for Christmas? More icon space. Gack.
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You know you want to.
ETA: You know what I really want for Christmas? More icon space. Gack.