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megastir
Mega means big or large
stir because I like to mix it up
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Monday, September 15, 2003 :::
......Never having seen the stars, they deny the stars. Never having glimpsed the shining ways nor the mortals that tread them, they deny the existence of the shinning ways as well as the existence of the high-bright mortals who adventure along the shining ways....
....A touch of her hand on her husband's arm, indication and challenge in her laughing face, and the two ran as one for half a dozen paces and leapt as one from the hard-wet sand of the beach, their bodies describing flat arches of flight ere the water was entered........
The myth of Romantic Love. Is it a myth? Maybe you have moments of it in your life. Maybe love like so many things has a wave pattern to it. A sine or co-sine, peaks and valleys, ups and downs, with Romantic love being the great peak, so great that few ever feel they've experienced it. And those who feel they have, wish forever to return. I like the idea of Romantic love. The past is hard to let go of when the distant peak of a mountain like Romantic love flashes in and out of the clouds. Kind of high above the oxygen line. Elusive, beautifull.
... Five thousand voices were singing "Aloha Oe,"--"MY LOVE BE WITH YOU TILL WE MEET AGAIN,"--and in that first moment of known love she realized that she and Steve were being torn apart. When would they ever meet again? He had taught her those words himself. She remembered listening as he sang them over and over under the hau tree at Waikiki. Had it been prophecy? And she had admired his singing, had told him that he sang with such expression. She laughed aloud, hysterically, at the recollection. With such expression!--when he had been pouring his heart out in his voice. She knew now, and it was too late. Why had he not spoken? Then she realized that girls of her age did not marry. But girls of her age did marry--in Hawaii--was her instant thought. Hawaii had ripened her--Hawaii, where flesh is golden and where all women are ripe and sun-kissed......
Jack London wrote my two favorite short stories about Romantic Love
The Kanaka Surf the last story in a series of short stories called ON THE MAKALOA MAT/ISLAND TALES download it here and scroll to the bottom and ALOHA OE also a short story in the book THE HOUSE OF PRIDE I love these tales.
::: posted by Mega at 6:17 AM
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