And paced upon the mountains overhead

5 thoughts on “And paced upon the mountains overhead”

  1. In the old house where the girls grew up, under the floor boards in Charlotte’s room, I found corn cobs, piles of corn cobs from 1842, discarded and boarded over, forgotten and lived with for a hundred and sixty years. Someone’s lunch, mayhap.

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  2. This makes me think of Rilke’s ‘Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge’, only threaded with perhaps rather more of joy, less of despair…

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  3. I live near Lisbon ,in Cacém – Sintra .
    Since than, I married ,I have a boy (André,is 22 years old) and a girl (Inês – 19 years old.)I ‘m divorced. Me and my ex-husband, we are good friends .I’m a lawyer: my parent’s still alive. Mother is going to be happy when il tell her that I find you. Paulo too. He got married, has two daughters. I want to go to Angola for holidays, to see how economy and social sings are going

    Beijinhos

    Angela Paula Vieira Lopes

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  4. This spring we’ve been working a lot in the yard and garden, pulling up railroad ties and slabs of concrete, putting in shrubs and flowers. Every time we dig into the earth we find 13-year cicadas in their holes, pale and not yet ready to come above ground. I love being reminded of the things unseen, underneath, alongside.

    Thank you for such beautiful, challenging writing.

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