affame_le_geant_kemulyan_legend fyn gula hearts beat, nerves fire, lungs inhale and exhale, eyes blink, time passes, moments when seconds turn to minutes, then hours, days, weeks, months, and years. in this passage from what was to what is, when the what will be becomes concern for survival and then changes to ardent responsibility, where thoughts are the seeds of ideas, compassion the water, and love the fruitful harvest, puppertwinkle managed to create a home for himself, saumboo, and frau werzenwozen along an extremely beautiful part of the bianca strada. the details behind the miraculous effort are sketchy. little is known how he was able to move the heavy stone body of saumboo and the somnolent german lady, or the manner by which he turned the broken wooden cart into a usable shelter from the variable weather. some say puppertwinkle dragged both of them which we know is an impossibility in our world, but who dares to challenge the limits of a little dog's capabilities in kemulya? others speculate he had the holy help of the maris den cieans, those invisible angels who dress like surfers and are famous for their hidden assistance, making the unthinkable possible and a burden with a questionable feasibility suddenly plausible. and so how he did it, whether solo over a period of years or with the discreet help of strong-armed kindred spirits with sun-bleached hair and a far-off look in their eyes... either way, it is the stuff of kemulyan legend. 020903 ... crOwl oh blue...you are the sea we as blather children sail on, first learning how to ride your waves... 071029 what's it to you? who go blather from