Saturday, November 16, 2013

Whirligig (Words ain't comin' terder)







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  1. A Mysterious StrangerNovember 17, 2013 at 8:49 PM

    Hands are so beautiful. You look like you're forming sign language, like you're spelling out the words to a song your heart couldn't express through your lips. I especially liked the fourth photograph. Lovely work. (If you want me to stop invading your Amoniel Musings, just inform me).

    I've just had one of the most stressful weekends of my life, and I needed to come back here, to swim in your thoughts for a while, listen to your music. How've you been recently?

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  2. AmonielNovember 17, 2013 at 10:46 PM

    My dear, many thanks for your observations, it is a lovely thing to know how what I create is taken into other people's hearts, no less mine than my own.
    Sometimes words become limp and no longer communicate the song of my heart, and then I must resort to the most primitive and ethereal of sign language :) There are so many different forms of communication, and I want to try them all!
    Your weekend was horribly stressful? I am so sorry, and I deeply hope that the coming week, and life in general, is simpler and clearer now, you're having pulled through the last few days.
    I have been wondrous, ups and downs as always, but the light always shines through and song comes back clearer than ever, though I will probably always be a little bit warbly :)
    Thanks for visiting, you are welcome always :) This is my home, I have created it as home, and all are welcome to find whatever they need here.

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