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Comment by Litsa Spathi / NOBODY on January 29, 2009 at 8:13am

Villa for Sale Poetry

Villa for Sale Poetry" found in Greece by Litsa Spathi

Comment by Ruud Janssen on January 29, 2009 at 6:08am

Hi Talking Bird. Saw you parked your bicycle at the Dutch Embassy. Be carefull it isn't stoilen there.....

Comment by Talking Bird on January 29, 2009 at 5:59am

Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow.
–Frank Zappa

Comment by Judy Skolnick on January 27, 2009 at 8:49pm

We had about 1 inch of snow today but I would't eat it unless I wanted to be poisoned by salt and sand and everything else they spray on it.

Comment by Judy Skolnick on January 27, 2009 at 10:39am

You're right about that Chantal, this planet is georgeous. The US had some magnificent places, my favorites are in the southwest. I voted on the best earth sites for the Grand Canyon.

Comment by Rod Summers / VEC on January 27, 2009 at 8:51am

I can't say about Limnos as I have never been there (looks Greek to me!) but on Iceland there are drinkable rivers everywhere so I just scoop up a kettle of river and boil it up for tea, Lava filtered water is the most delicious I know. Last summer when out with Helgi and Saevi at the glacier of Solheim doing a bit of aimless gardening, we ate ice that was 3,000 years old, the water of the ice was delicious, the volcanic ash it contained was crunchy. Chantal I have a calander from Canada hanging on my wall here, fine looking country you have there too.

Comment by Rod Summers / VEC on January 27, 2009 at 8:07am

Comment by Talking Bird on January 27, 2009 at 3:05am

Comment by Talking Bird on January 27, 2009 at 2:53am

Comment by Talking Bird on January 26, 2009 at 5:37pm

Hollywood, Rod? I always heard it was Utah or Wyoming. But, wherever it is, I'd love to go at least for a day. As long as there's oxygen.

That same feeling you get from the treeless hills of Ísland, I get from the treeless hills of the island of Limnos. Most people find it strange, including most people who live there, but it sends a charge through me, a continuous transfusion of life-giving energy. Each to his own.

From John Collier's story "Witch's Money":
Foiral overtook him at the top of the ridge. He was staring down into the valley like a man thunderstruck.
"My God!" he said to Foiral. "Just look at it!" Foiral looked at it. There was nothing wrong.

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