Raglan Road

I would die if i guy ever sang this to me.  Or if Jay Clifford ever sang it period.

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One of the best postsecrets ive ever read.  Here's to a future where it always goes this way.

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This is a black rhinoceros being air-lifted to a less populated region in Africa in an attempt to repopulate the area and lift the species out of endangerment.  This makes me really sad.

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its so close...

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I had the strangest most lovely dream last night.  The main characters were me, my sister, my mom, and an old woman who, when i think about it may have been my great aunt Mary.  I didnt identify the woman as her while I was having the dream, but when I woke up I missed her terribly.

There were so many scenes of disconnect--in one Emily and I were in an old costume shop, trying on extravagant outfits and joking with the older gay man who owned it and was reportedly a venerable broadway costume-designer veteran.  There were sequins and tophats and tulle everywhere; someone tried on a pink and blue can-can skirt.

The other scene I remember involved me coming in to the old lady's house.  I loved her and admired her deeply.  She was sitting on a velvet sofa slowly flipping through an old photograph book.  And even though she didn't show it, I felt a sort of bittersweet melancholy so strong that I began to cry.  She stopped in her explanation of a photo to look at me in puzzlement, and all I said was "I'm sorry."

Immediately after, we were hunting.  She gave me an enormous shiny double-barreled shotgun that I carried open and unloaded, with the shells in my pocket, in the crook of my arm.  We both wore dark outdoor clothing and tall waterproof boots, and as we walked through swamp lands and pastures and down country road and alongside train tracks in search of our undefined prey, she talked to me.  She was telling me about life and time and happiness and all of their secrets; but the way she told me was teaching me,  because I felt so warm and safe and content.  She led me through miles and miles of land, and eventually we came to a tea plantation which slowly became a maze.  My sister was suddenly there, and as we walked through the old lady suddenly stopped and said "this is silly.  What we're looking for is up there," pointing over the top of one of the maze walls.

And then we were out.  My gun had become so heavy that I dragged it along the ground, and I was becoming concerned that any shot I fired would backfire and injure me.  We made it home to my frantic mother, who had no idea where we had been because there were no cell phones.  The old woman laughed and reassured her--she told her that there is never a time when we are not safe.

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im watching "closer"

"Have you ever seen a human heart?  It looks like a fist wrapped in blood."

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