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To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (7453)	5/23/2001 1:07:13 AM
From: HG	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13020

As I travel down life's pathway, Know not what the years may hold. As I ponder, hopes grow fonder, Precious memories flood my soul Precious father, loving mother, Glide across the lonely years. And old homes scenes of my childhood In fond memory appears. Precious memories, how they linger How they ever flood my soul. In the stillness of the midnight, Precious sacred scenes unfold. <Bob Dylan><Precious Memories>

To: Volsi Mimir who wrote (7453)	5/23/2001 1:39:33 AM
From: HG	Respond to of 13020

Speak to me.....Take my hand.....What are you now ? I will tell you all.....I will conceal nothing. When I was three, a little child read a story about a rabbit who dies, in the story, and I crawled under a chair: a pink rabbit:.....it was my birthday, and a candle burnt a sore spot on my finger, and i was told to be happy. Oh, grow to know me.....I am not happy.....I will be open. Now I am thinking of white sails against a sky like music, like glad horns blowing, and birds tilting, and an arm about me. There was one I loved, who wanted to live, sailing. Speak to me.....Take my hand.....What are you now ? When I was nine, I was fruitily sentimental, fluid: and my widowed aunt played Chopin, and i bent my head on the painted woodwork, and wept. I want now to be close to you.....I would link the minutes of my days close, somehow to your days. I am not happy.....I will be open. I have liked lamps in evening corners, and quiet poems. There has been fear in my life......Someimes I speculate On what a tragedy his life was, really. Take my hand.....Fist my mind in your hand.....What are you now ? When I was fourteen, i had dreams of suicide, and I stood at a steep window, a sunset, hoping toward death: if the light had not melted clouds and plains to beauty, if the light had not transformed that day, i would have leapt. I am unhappy.....I am lonely.....Speak to me. I will be open.....I think he never loved me: he loved the bright beaches, the little lips of foam that ride small waves, he loved the veer of gulls: he said with a gay mouth:I love you.......Grow to know me. What are you now ?.....If we could touch one another, if these our separate entities could come to grips, clenched like a chinese puzzle.....yesterday I stood in a crowded street that was live with people, and no one spoke a word, and the morning shone. Everyone silent, moving.....Take my hand.....Speak to me. <Effort at Speech Between Two People> <Muriel Rukeyser>