Into the cold.

[serafaery]

Tugged along by the current. Resisting, swaying, letting my fingers float, explore the swirls. No threatening undertow. Just... the suggestion of submersion. A question. Would you like to come deeper?

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Shawn did a little entry about the Day of the Dead event at Someday, with a picture of my grinning skull face. I love her little fingers running through so many things I adore in this town.

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I've been drained, but I so want to dance tonight. I need to. I miss it.

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Face painting at Milagros tomorrow - I can be slightly tired and a touch hungover and still paint children, can't I? I've done it before. All I need is a decent dinner beforehand, and lots of water before bed.

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And since John asked, here are just a couple more pictures from Incubator Tuesday night - not really anything interesting, but, I like pictures:



George, my dutiful bartender.



lx drawing live via computer.



And another one of Myrrh and the art interracting.

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Craving the warmth of kind strangers, lately. Newness is so alluring.

Needing to carve out time for massages and facials. (Not that kind of facial.)