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[3W4DW] {these moments of glad grace}
May. 2nd, 2013 06:25 pm11. What features do you think Dreamwidth should have that it doesn't currently?
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Manchester is so beautiful that I cannot even.
And the train on the way back -- oh, my heart. I meant to write about this a little last time -- maybe I did, I can't remember -- about how, more than anything else, I feel like the academic portion of the last five years has taught me to see. I look at bedrock slipping out from underneath grass, pushing up behind trees, and it is - not friendly, but familiar: I see it and I read it and I understand, a little more, about the ground I'm standing on.
Trains are great. Trains take me through cuttings, and they take me past gorse-in-bloom against bright-blue-sky; past drystone walls and hills; past rainstorms with wind turbines silhouetted against them and starkly white beyond their edges; past lambs and cherry trees dripping blossom and tulips and daffodils lurking in the sidings. I - yes. I love this land, this earth.
Oh, goodness, I don't know. I've punted everything I want into suggestions/
dw_suggestions.Manchester is so beautiful that I cannot even.
And the train on the way back -- oh, my heart. I meant to write about this a little last time -- maybe I did, I can't remember -- about how, more than anything else, I feel like the academic portion of the last five years has taught me to see. I look at bedrock slipping out from underneath grass, pushing up behind trees, and it is - not friendly, but familiar: I see it and I read it and I understand, a little more, about the ground I'm standing on.
Trains are great. Trains take me through cuttings, and they take me past gorse-in-bloom against bright-blue-sky; past drystone walls and hills; past rainstorms with wind turbines silhouetted against them and starkly white beyond their edges; past lambs and cherry trees dripping blossom and tulips and daffodils lurking in the sidings. I - yes. I love this land, this earth.