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  <title>throbbing light machine</title>
  <subtitle>throbbing light machine</subtitle>
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    <name>throbbing light machine</name>
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    <title>and with all my heart I turn around</title>
    <published>2011-05-04T01:05:59Z</published>
    <updated>2011-05-04T01:09:45Z</updated>
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    <dw:music>Maddy Prior &amp; June Tabor, "The Grey Funnel Line"</dw:music>
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    <content type="html">So it finally stopped raining today, and all of a sudden I think it's maybe going to be May in my heart. April really was the cruelest month this year, but I have high hopes for May. I spent the afternoon outside picking violets &amp; rereading Lloyd Alexander's &lt;i&gt;The Foundling and other Stories&lt;/i&gt; - I'd forgotten just how &lt;i&gt;easy&lt;/i&gt; I am for "The True Enchanter," and somehow Fflewddur just gets cuter the closer I get to his age, though I sometimes feel that that oughtn't to be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a metric fuckton of writing. Multiple Prydain projects - they're breeding! - but also an OT Star Wars/Firefly fusion. Unfortunately, my Boy is drafting the climax of his novel, which I do edit, and all the lovely affect is making my ficbrain vibrate with interest. Note to self: writing fanfiction of an unpublished text possibly not most productive idea ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my grading yesterday, and so far only one of my kids has emailed me complaining about his grade - here's hoping that luck holds. I tell them to email me, because I hate the idea of them going home for the summer confused or bummed, and just grading them and turning them loose somehow doesn't seem properly nurturing - but at the same time I do rather dread those emails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a random link: &lt;a href="http://hungoverowls.tumblr.com/"&gt;Hungover Owls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=lotesse&amp;ditemid=232453" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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